Southern man, you sure are pretty,
Got a smile to still the city,
And Lord, you know, you got those sleepy eyes.
Alabama sweet-talking baby,
Calmed the heart of a lonely lady,
You kept me flying high,
And the leaving easy.
And it's Dallas in the rain,
And I was dreaming.
October winds still blowing, Lord,
You know the song were flowing
From a broken-hearted lady
By the wayside.
Listen to my song, you
Kept it ringing clean and strong,
You held me like an angel
To confide in.
And I tried to make you home,
But I was dreaming.
Lord, I guess you just ain't home,
That damned old telephone
Is trying hard to help me find
The lines here.
Wish that you could understand
Why I love the other man,
He gives me truth and reason,
I believe in.
Alabama soft-spoken blues again,
Alabama soft-spoken blues again.
Early morning fog is rolling in,
Time for leaving.
Alabama soft-spoken blues.
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