Southern man, you sure are pretty, got a smile to still the city, And Lord, you know, you got those sleepy eyes. Alabama sweet-talking baby, calmed the heart of a lonely lady, You kept me flying high, and the leaving easy. And it's Dallas in the rain, and I was dreaming.
October winds still blowing, Lord, you know the song were flowing From a broken-hearted lady by the wayside. Listen to my song, you kept it ringing clean and strong, You held me like an angel to confide in. And I tried to make you home, But I was dreaming.
Lord, I guess you just ain't home, that damned old telephone Is trying hard to help me find the lines here. Wish that you could understand why I love the other man, He gives me truth and reason, I believe in.
Alabama soft-spoken blues again, Alabama soft-spoken blues again. Early morning fog is rolling in, time for leaving.