(Nanci Griffith & Maggie Graham)
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Southern man, you sure are pretty,
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Got a smile to still the city,
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And Lord, you know, you got those sleepy eyes.
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Alabama sweet-talking baby,
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Calmed the heart of a lonely lady,
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You kept me flying high,
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And the leaving easy.
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And it's Dallas in the rain,
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And I was dreaming.
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October winds still blowing, Lord,
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You know the song were flowing
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From a broken-hearted lady
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By the wayside.
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Listen to my song, you
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Kept it ringing clean and strong,
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You held me like an angel
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To confide in.
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And I tried to make you home,
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But I was dreaming.
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Lord, I guess you just ain't home,
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That damned old telephone
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Is trying hard to help me find
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The lines here.
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Wish that you could understand
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Why I love the other man,
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He gives me truth and reason,
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I believe in.
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Alabama soft-spoken blues again,
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Alabama soft-spoken blues again.
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Early morning fog is rolling in,
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Time for leaving.
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Alabama soft-spoken blues.
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Alabama Soft Spoken Blues
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| Nanci Griffith |
