He was ready for the big trip He was moving to the city He had packed his prize possessions And gave away the rest He was almost doing ninety The sky
Got them pretty road cases Protect our asses, protect our faces Protect our guitars, protect our amps Got them pretty road cases Throw them out an airplane
Church blew up in Birmingham four little black girls killed For no goddamn good reason All this hate and violence can't come to no good end A stain on
Well your wishes and your feelings Your bad dreams and intuitions Are about as much used to me right Now as a brand new set of golf clubs We've been
Ain't about my pistol Ain't about my boots Ain't about no northern drives Ain't about my southern roots Ain't about my guitars Ain't about my big old
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's, when dinosaurs still roamed the earth??? Speaking of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons??? George
Throw another log on the fire, boys George Wallace is coming to stay When he met St. Peter at the pearly gates I'd like to think that a black man stood
If I make it through this year think I'm gonna put this bottle down I guess as time goes on I'll grow to miss it less than I will now And I think I'm
Your daddy was mad as hell he is mad at me and you When he tied that chain to the front of my car Pulled me out of that ditch that we slid into Don't
I must be brave Come, come what may Can I be saved? Is there a way at the opera tonight? I've made my peace No chance for peace I hold no grudge I'll
Oh, the sky has turned grey, And the world seems sad and blue. All the laughter's gone away. Guess there's just one thing to do... (reaches down and,
(spoken) Denyce: Good night, Elmo. Elmo: Oh no no, wait, Denyce, Elmo's not tired yet. Couldn't Denyce read Elmo a bedtime story? Denyce: Hmmm...hey
Listen uh I met this guy and uh you know I don't get down like that but we were together for a while and you know things didn't work out but I can't be
Uncorking a fresh jug of Indian ripple The road to excess is a time bomb The kids in the back wipe snot on the tail Of your silver tuxedo but still youll
Where do you go little bird When it snows, when it snows When the world turns to sleep Do you know, do you know Is there something in the wind Breathes
This is the sound of one voice One spirit, one voice The sound of one who makes a choice This is the sound of one voice This is the sound of voices two
Summertime, and the livin' is easy. Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high. Oh, your daddy's rich and your mother's good-lookin'. So hush, little baby
Hey, maybe the time Just wasn't right to hang on When are you gonna learn? Things sometimes turn instead of turn out Hey, when are you gonna stand? Stop