Alabama

She was hotter than the blacktop
 Broke down at a truck stop
 She looked about as wild as the stories she told
 Said she was a Christian saving souls in Savannah
 And the Lord was sendin' her to Alabama
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 Had a pistol in her boots
 Blonde hair, dark roots
 Said she got an old man but I shouldn't be worried
 Though it seemed like she was in a hurry
 Higher than a junky dryin' out in the slammer
 Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama
 Yeah, Alabama
 I hope I don't die in Alabama
 Oh, Alabama
 Well, it all seemed to be just fine
 She was happy I could give her a ride
 Singing right along to ever song on the radio
 But it became a strange situation
 She was fit to change the station
 When they spoke about a murder in Savannah
 Oh, I hope I don't die in Alabama
 Oh, Alabama
 Yeah, I hope I don't die in Alabama
 Well, the truth be told
 She had a little dirt on her soul
 Burble in her blood made her heart turn cold
 Now all I wanna do is make it home to Louisiana
 Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama
 Oh, I hope I don't die in Alabama
 Yeah, yeah, Alabama
 Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama