Alabama Chrome

Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go lame
 Tuesday I start twitching, Wednesday I'm insane
 Thursday I lay dying, Friday I'm quite dead
 Saturday I get carried away by things better left unsaid
 But heaven ain't no place, brother
 And Love ain't no word sister
 And prison ain't no building made of iron bars and stone
 You can seek the rhyme and reason
 But in the realm of the unknown
 You won't catch no true reflections in that "Alabama Chrome."
 For there's mountains you Will scale with ease
 Yet molehills where you stumble
 Sins you so regret and yet other sins that you enjoy
 Harps can beg Forgiveness
 And the guitars can scream pain
 But the contradictions are larger
 Than any language can explain
 For in the Secret territory
 Where the preachers come to steal
 The jewel of your heart
 For they have no treasure of their own
 There Lies a sacred window
 In your hand the perfect stone
 You'd throw it, but you arms are bound 'round
 With that "Alabama Chrome."
 The heat it is withering, humidity smothering
 Strip of silver tape, a sly lie covering
 Dent in the side of the Redneck ride
 Going deep for the Crimson Tide
 Yeah! Gonna bump to the thump of the Selma slammer
 Wanna jump up and down Like a wack jackhammer
 Sing a little 'Sweet Home Alabama' -
 Jimmy gimme wink like a big flimflammer
 Bone tired and so Weary of treating truth as a lie
 I been hunkered down in the bunker of some fools alibi
 Squint harder you will see the Slim tether of the saints
 It's whipping wild in the hurricane of all that is and all that ain't
 'Cause there's angels in The shed mother
 And spiders in the bed brother
 And ghosts inside my head father, no I am not alone
 My mind is teeth Without a mouth
 My thoughts are marrow without bone
 My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that
 God damn "Alabama Chrome."