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Hey yaVirgil |
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Spencer's got a nineteen-inch |
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HitachiAnd many demons lingering |
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Friday night he pulled a gun to change the channel |
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Something that he picked up from a kid |
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His wife remembers well the man she knew |
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Seems the dreams she had have all turned black and blue |
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She's wasted years, no time for tears' |
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Cause there's another chance and someday soon |
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Shining like the |
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Alabama moon |
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She's looking for her promised land |
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Out beyond the lights of |
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Birmingham |
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It's three |
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A.M. and Virgil's passed out on the sofa |
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A fifth of |
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Jim Beam on the floor |
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She's packed a bag she slips the keys out of his pocket |
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She's careful not to slam the door |
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And as she drives she rubs her rosary |
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She's never been so all alone, she's never felt so free |
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She's got miles to go, blind faith and hope' |
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Cause there's another chance and someday soon |
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Shining like the |
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Alabama moon |
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She's looking for her promised land |
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Out beyond the lights of |
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Birmingham |
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As the rain falls down upon the interstate |
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Any doubts she had are all but washed away |
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One long look back at |
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Birmingham' |
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Cause there's another chance and someday soon |
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Shining like the |
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Alabama moon |
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She's looking for her promised land |
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Out beyond the lights of |
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Birmingham |
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Another chance and someday soon |
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Shining like the |
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Alabama moon |
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She's looking for her promised land, yea |
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Out beyond the lights of, yea yea |
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Birmingham, |
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Birmingham, yea yea |
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Oh baby, yea someday soon |
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Baby someday soon, yea someday soon |
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Hey hey yea, keep on driving |
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Keep on driving, keep on chasing |
