[Verse 1]
It was just a Thursday, and it wasn't right for you
So we planned a car chase, down the highway
Say goodbye when it hit one-twenty-two
I'd write the note
You'd leave a pack of your favorite smokes, and we'd take the byways to
South Alabama, and run those great big hills to the great big blue

[Verse 2]
You sound like you're underwater when you talk to me
A little preacher's daughter lying to her father about where she's going every evening
And kissing through thе screen door on the back porch, 'cause he scrеams, "Lord, help me" when he sees you touching me, yeah
South Alabama is looking better every week

[Chorus]
You've tasted love and it tasted sweet
You drank the blood and bit the meat
When you hold it, if it cries, you should let it go
I'm trying hard so baby, please
Don't sink in me with your dog teeth
Don't be naive to the one good thing you know