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Well I Moved Into This Room
If You Could Call It That
A Week Ago
I Never Do What I'm Supposed To Do
I Hardly Even Know My Name Anymore
When No One Calls It Out
It Kinda Vanishes Away
I Can't Get To Sleep At Night
The Parking Lot's So Loud And Bright
The A.C. Hasn't Worked
In Twenty Years
Probably Never Made
A Single Person Cold
But I Can't Say The Same For Me
I've Done It Many Times
Somebody Take Me Home

Through Those Alabama Pines
You Can't Drive Through Talladega
On A Weekend In October
Head Up North To Jacksonville
Cut Around And Over
Watch Your Speed
At Boiling Springs
They Ain't Got A Thing To Do
They'll Get You Every Time
Somebody Take Me Home
Through Those Alabama Pines
Somebody Take Me Home

Through Those Alabama Pines
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
If We Pass Through On A Sunday
Better Make A Stop At Wayne's
It's The Only
Open Liquor Store North
I Can't Stand The Pain
Of Being By Myself
Without A Little Help
On A Sunday Afternoon
I Needed That Damn Woman
Like A Dream Needs Gasoline
I Tried To Be Some
Ancient Kind Of Man
One That's Never Seen
The Beauty In The World
But I Tried To Chase It Down
Tried To Make The Whole Thing Mine
Somebody Take Me Home
Through Those Alabama Pines
Somebody Take Me Home

Through Those Alabama Pines
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
I've Been Stuck Here In This Town
If You Could Call It That
A Year Or Two
I Never Do What I'm Supposed To Do
I Don't Even
Need A Name Anymore
When No One Calls It Out
It Kinda Vanishes Away
No One Gives A Damn About
The Things I Give A Damn About
The Liberties That We Can't
Do Without Seem To Disappear
Like Ghosts In The Air
When We Don't Even Care
It Truly Vanishes Away
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Title
Alabama Pines
Artist
Jason Isbell And The 400 Unit
Brand
Harris Studios
Code
VH105-02
Genres
alt country, americana, roots rock, red dirt