Karaoké Alabama Pines Jason Isbell

Well I moved into this room if you could call it that a week ago

I never do what I'm supposed to do

I hardly even know my name anymore

When no one calls it out it kinda vanishes away

I can't get to sleep at night

The parking lot's so loud and bright

The A.C. hasn't worked in twenty years

Probably never made a single person cold

But I can't say the same for me

I've done it many times

Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines

You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October 'cos head up north to Jacksonville

Cut around and over

Watch your speed in Boiling Springs

They ain't got a thing to do

They'll get you every time

Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines

Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh ho oh oh

If we pass through on a Sunday better make a stop at Wayne's

It's the only open liquor store north and I can't stand the pain

Of bein' by myself without a little help on a Sunday afternoon

Well I needed that damn woman like a dream needs gasoline

And I tried to be some ancient kind of man

One that's never seen the beauty in the world

But I tried to chase it down

Tried to make the whole thing mine

Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines

Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh ho oh oh

I've been stuck here in this town if you could call it that a year or two

I never do what I'm supposed to do

I don't even need a name anymore

When no one calls it out it kinda vanishes away

No one gives a damn about the things

I give a damn about

The liberties that we can't do without seem to disappear like ghosts in the air

When we don't even care it truly vanishes away