Alabama Lyrics

Oh; the devil fools with the best laid plan.
Swing low
You got spare change - you got to feel strange
And now the moment is all that it meant.
Alabama - you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back.
You cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track

Oh, Banjos paying through the broken glass
Windows down in.
See the old folks tied in white ropes
Hear the banjo. Don't it take you down home?
Oh. Can I see you and shake your hand.
Make friends down in.
I'm from a new land
I come to you and see all this ruin
What are you doing?
You got the rest of the union to help you along
What's going wrong?