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Doublewide
04:06
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Indian River
04:06
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Indian River
2 dollars for a pitcher, leave your money up on the bar
Jukebox in the corner, stained with nicotine tar
The boys shootin pool swear they hate country songs
But if you play Charlie Daniels, they’re all gonna sing along
Can you see to the bottom
Of the Indian river
Are you goin by Theresa
Can you look for me
In that cold black water
Truth like a brother
That’s why most folks just let it be
In the winter you go fishin in the fall you hunt for deer
Wear orange in the woods so the hunters can see you clear
Catch a fish and jim hunter’ll cut it up for you nice
and calmy wash his hands in a hole in the ice
Chorus
Mackie had a vet, on the hood was a picture of a girl
When I was 8 years old it was the coolest car in the world
As I float along these rivers of my memory
Do I seek to change things or do they seek to change me
Is the hilltop of my memory still there?
Is there anyone in Jefferson County that still cares
See ya’s over to the middle restaurant for a beer
Cause I can still hear their voices and see their faces clear
Oh clear
Chorus x2
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3. |
Alabamas Gone
03:28
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Alabama’s Gone
I been in love with you since school in Alabama
But lately I been thinkin, that’s a long time ago
And there we are standin in a snapshot in mobile
Those two young lovers that we used to know
Chorus:
Now I’m, stuck halfway between, forever and leavin
I got one hand letting go, and the other one keepin
Hold of the best thing, that ever come along
But how can I stay now, now that Alabamas gone
The smell of your skin, warmed by the ocean
Now That I remember, though I cannot recall
The last time we stayed in, and sang all the old songs
And missed all the parties, and didn’t miss them at all.
Chorus:
Now I’m, stuck somewhere between, forever and leavin
I got one hand letting go, and the other one keepin
Hold of the best thing that ever came along
But how can I stay now, now that Alabamas gone
Bridge:
The concrete’s so gray and the sun don’t seem to shine
And you no longer talk, about things on your mind
Are you tired of the city, and this man you now see
Are you longin for some old jeans and the girl you used to be
Are you stuck somewhere between, Forever and leavin
You got one hand letting go, but are you still believin
I'm still boy, who knows the old songs
Please won’t you stay, And tell me, Alabama’s not gone.
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Michael Carpenter Boston, Massachusetts
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