ALABAMA lyrics - Songs Of Inspiration

One Big Heaven

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My buddies ask me, If I would write them a song That says how we're different, But how good we all get along Well, Bob, he's a baptist And his wife, she's cherokee And Larry, he's a Lutheran, And his grand daddy is Cree Well, Paul, he's Penticostal And his pastor prays for the Sea And Rusty's dad is a rabbi But we go huntin' go fish Well, Carl, he's a Catholic boy, And his daddy fought in the war And Joe's mom is in Lebanon And he knows he believes in the Law He believes in one big God And one big heaven 'cause that's where we all want To be goin' Well, daddy played his guitar In churches all over the south Momma played piano And sometimes she'd sing and shout Sister's sang altogether And brought the harmony out And think about, one big God And one big heaven 'cause that's where we all want To be goin' Well, me, I'm a believer And I do believe In all God's children As far as I can see Just one big God And one big heaven 'cause that's where we all want To be goin' And one big God And one big heaven, Just save a little space... for me.

Foot Of Pride

BOB DYLAN "Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3: Rare Unreleased, 1961-1991"
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man So can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang 'Danny Boy' at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground You know what they say about bein' nice to the right people on the way up Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down Ain't no goin' back Hear ya got a brother named James, don't forget faces or names Sunken cheeks and his blood is mixed He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed Sing me one more song, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion Say one more stupid thing to me before the final nail is driven in. Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down Ain't no goin' back There's a retired businessman named Red, cast down from heaven and he's out of his head He feeds off of everyone that he can touch He said he only deals in cash or sells tickets to a plane crash He's not somebody that you play around with much Miss Delilah is his, a Philistine is what she is She'll do wondrous works with your fate Feed you coconut bread, spice buns in your bed If you don't mind sleepin' with your head face down in a grave. Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down Ain't no goin' back Well they'll choose a man for you to meet tonight You'll play the fool and learn how to walk through doors How to enter into the gates of paradise No, how to carry a burden too heavy to be yours Yeah, from the stage they'll be tryin' to get water outta rocks A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in Sing 'Amazing Grace' all the way to the Swiss banks Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down Ain't no goin' back They got some beautiful people out there, man They can be a terror to your mind and show you how to hold your tongue They got mystery written all over their forehead They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young They don't believe in mercy Judgment on them is something that you'll never see They can exalt you up or bring you down main route Turn you into anything that they want you to be Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down Ain't no goin' back Yes, I guess I loved him too I can still see him in my mind climbin' that hill Did he make it to the top, well he probably did and dropped Struck down by the strength of the will Ain't nothin' left here partner, just the dust of a plague that has left this whole town afraid From now on, this'll be where you're from Let the dead bury the dead. Your time will come Let hot iron blow as he raised the shade Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down Ain't no goin' back

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore

JOHN PRINE "John Prine"
While digesting Reader's Digest In the back of a dirty book store, A plastic flag, with CUM on the back, Fell out on the floor. Well, I picked it up and I ran outside Slapped on my window shield, And if I could see old Betsy Ross I tell her how good I feel. Chorus: But your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. They're already overcrowded From your dirty little war. Now Jesus don't like killin' No matter what the reason's for, And your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. Well, I went to the bank this morning And the cashier he said to me, If you join the Christmas club We'll give you ten of them flags for free. Well, I didn't mess around a bit I took her up on what he said. And I stuck them stickers all over my car And one on my wife's forehead. Repeat Chorus: Well, I got my window shield so filled With flags I couldn't see. So, I ran the car upside a curb And right into a tree. By the time they got a doctor down I was already dead. And I'll never understand why the man Standing in the Pearly Gates said... But your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. We're already overcrowded From your dirty little war. Now Jesus don't like killin' No matter what the reason's for, And your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more.

Daddy's Money

David Wilcox "Nightshift Watchman"
Look what Daddy bought her for her birthday Well it's idling beside me at the light And Sweet Sixteen is fussing in her rearview mirror Making sure her hairdo looks alright Well it's my favorite form of stoplight entertainment Watch what happens when I try to make her smile You can tell just by the way that she accelerates She's trying to tell me that I'm not her style Chorus 'Cause, She's Got Daddy's money Daddy's Money Daddy's Money holds her hand She ain't got no back bone But she's strong enough to stand Daddy's money holds her hand Well then I coast up right beside her at the next light I can't help that there's amusement on my face Because her car must cost twenty times what mine does Now she's got to run the light to put me in my place Chorus Well I really didn't mean to hurt her feelings There's a tender heart that hides behind the wealth. Maybe if a baby gets too many shiny toys She never finds the value in herself Chorus

The Jukebox Played Along

Gene Watson
Well' I got off work and headed for town to have a few Determined I would drown the pain of losing you But this couple on the dance floor were droppin' quarters in a slot And this heartless thing kept spinnin' old forget-me-nots The jukebox played along to my misery in song Just as if it felt the pain that I was goin' through Oh, it wailed out Crying Time and You Were Always On My Mind I was singin' the blues and the jukebox played along Well' the more I drank the more it became a mystery How the men who wrote these songs wrote then just for me They must have hid out in my closet or they had to read my mail Lord, I must have heard at least ten dollars worth of Hell Oh, the jukebox played along to my misery in song Just as if it felt the pain that I was goin' through It played I'm Born To Lose and I Can't Stop Loving You I was singin' the blues and the jukebox played along They played Watson and Jones, Travis kept pickin' up bones Somebody Laughed and I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry There Goes My Everything, they played Golden Rings They played Haggard and Hank, give me another drink (fade)

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