Alabama from Singe by Lo Wolf

Alabama streets say I cannot hold your hand
Want me to want you to, but they could shoot us where we stand
While the sky and water is blue
To die would be an honor
Except for losing you
To die would be an honor
At the cost of losing you

An honest thief only steals your lines
Playing second fiddle
Only scrunches up your spine
Well, I was not good at hide and seek
I tried to hide my love
Secrets made me weak
You can try and hide your love
Secrets make you weak

Alabama sheets, cotton starched and burning white
My to-do list was getting done last night
Hell, your smell is still on my hands
You tell me, if they hear us coming, they could shoot us where we stand
If they hear us coming, they could shoot us where we stand

I’d gladly suffer that again again again
I’d gladly suffer that again again again

To die in Alabama with your smell still on my hands
What better way is there to die than Alabama holding hands

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Folk
• Soul
• alt-americana
• alt-country
• americana
• country
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Asheville