South Alabama [God’s Country Demo]

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