Here I am standing firm
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As the ground shakes beneath me
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I send you away with my own hand
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I try and try to remember that for now it's for the better
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But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in
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And it feels like the beginning of the end
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Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky
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And the sweet tea wells ran dry
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Somewhere out there you're finding yourself
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But back home it's the end of time
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I'm scared to death
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Pick up your phone
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Outside I hear the bells ringing
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Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known
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Pick up your phone
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I need an answer
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Come home and call off disaster
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'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall
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Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall
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Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky
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And the sweet tea wells ran dry
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Somewhere out there you're finding yourself
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But back home it's the end of time
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It's the end of time
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Is it the end of all time
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Or just the end of mine
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Well all of the cotton died in the fields
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The little babies cried the blue from their eyes
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Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up
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But come home before the end
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The Alabama moon fell from the sky
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And the sweet tea wells ran dry
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Somewhere out there you're finding yourself
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But back home it's the end of time
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Come home and be mine
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Come home, come home
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End Of Time
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The Band Perry |