Nanci Griffith. Alabama Soft Spoken Blues. Zeneszám

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 wind is still blowing, Lord, you know the songs 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, it's time for leaving

Alabama soft spoken blues