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 122
I’d write the note, you’d leave a pack of your favorite smokes, and we’d take the by-ways to
South Alabama and run those great big hills to the great big blue

You sound like you’re underwater when you talk to me
Little preacher’s daughter lying to her father about where she’s going every evening
Kissing through the screen door on the back porch causе he screams Lord help mе when he sees you touching me
South Alabama is looking better every week

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

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