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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Lead Vocals
Browan Lollar
Electric Guitar
Amanda Shires
Fiddle
Derry DeBorja
Keyboards
Jimbo Hart
Bass Guitar
Chad Gamble
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Isbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Producer
Patterson Hood
Producer
Spooner Oldham
Mixing Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Well, I moved into this room
If you could call it that, a week ago
I never do what I'm supposed to do
Hardly even know my name anymore
When no one calls it out, it kind of vanishes away
And I can't get to sleep at night
The parking lot's so loud and bright
The AC hasn't worked in 20 years
Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me, I've done it many times
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October
Just head up north to Jacksonville, cut around and over
Watch your speed in Boiling Springs
They ain't got a thing to do
They'll get you every time
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
If we pass through on a Sunday
Better make a stop at Wayne's
It's the only open liquor store north
And I can't stand the pain of being by myself
Without a little help on a Sunday afternoon
Well, I needed that damned woman like a dream needs gasoline
And I tried to be some ancient kind of man
One that's never seen the beauty in the world
But I tried to chase it down
Tried to make the whole thing mine
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Well, I've been stuck here in this town
If you could call it that, a year or two
I never do what I'm supposed to do
I don't even need a name anymore
When no one calls it out, it kind of vanishes away
No one gives a damn about
The things I give a damn about
Liberties that we can't do without
Seem to disappear like ghosts in the air
We don't even care, through they vanishes away
Writer(s): Michael Isbell
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