[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:16.28]Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go lame. Tuesday I start twitching, Wednesday I'm insane. Thursday I lay dying, [00:26.19]Friday I'm quite dead. Saturday I get carried away by things better left unsaid. But heaven ain't no place, brother, and [00:42.45]Love ain't no word sister. And prison ain't no building made of iron bars and stone. You can seek the rhyme and reason, [00:50.16]But in the realm of the unknown you won't catch no true reflections in that ＂Alabama Chrome.＂ For there's mountains you [01:13.28]Will scale with ease, yet molehills where you stumble. Sins you so regret and yet other sins that you enjoy. Harps can beg [01:21.21]Forgiveness, and the guitars can scream pain, but the contradictions are larger than any language can explain. For in the [01:36.38]Secret territory where the preachers come to steal the jewel of your heart, for they have no treasure of their own, there [01:44.45]Lies a sacred window, in your hand the perfect stone. You'd throw it, but you arms are bound 'round with that ＂Alabama [01:52.21]Chrome.＂ The heat it is withering, humidity smothering. Strip of silver tape, a sly lie covering dent in the side of the [02:13.51]Redneck ride. Going deep for the Crimson Tide. Yeah! Gonna bump to the thump of the Selma slammer. Wanna jump up and down [02:27.26]Like a wack jackhammer. Sing a little 'Sweet Home Alabama' - Jimmy gimme wink like a big flimflammer. Bone tired and so [02:49.45]Weary of treating truth as a lie, I been hunkered down in the bunker of some fools alibi. Squint harder you will see the [02:57.92]Slim tether of the saints. It's whipping wild in the hurricane of all that is and all that ain't. 'Cause there's angels in [03:05.27]The she'd mother and spiders in the bed brother and ghosts inside my head father, no I am not alone. My mind is teeth [03:12.86]Without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone. My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that god damn ＂Alabama [04:12.26]Chrome.＂
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:16.28]Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go lame. Tuesday I start twitching, Wednesday I'm insane. Thursday I lay dying,
[00:26.19]Friday I'm quite dead. Saturday I get carried away by things better left unsaid. But heaven ain't no place, brother, and
[00:42.45]Love ain't no word sister. And prison ain't no building made of iron bars and stone. You can seek the rhyme and reason,
[00:50.16]But in the realm of the unknown you won't catch no true reflections in that ＂Alabama Chrome.＂ For there's mountains you
[01:13.28]Will scale with ease, yet molehills where you stumble. Sins you so regret and yet other sins that you enjoy. Harps can beg
[01:21.21]Forgiveness, and the guitars can scream pain, but the contradictions are larger than any language can explain. For in the
[01:36.38]Secret territory where the preachers come to steal the jewel of your heart, for they have no treasure of their own, there
[01:44.45]Lies a sacred window, in your hand the perfect stone. You'd throw it, but you arms are bound 'round with that ＂Alabama
[01:52.21]Chrome.＂ The heat it is withering, humidity smothering. Strip of silver tape, a sly lie covering dent in the side of the
[02:13.51]Redneck ride. Going deep for the Crimson Tide. Yeah! Gonna bump to the thump of the Selma slammer. Wanna jump up and down
[02:27.26]Like a wack jackhammer. Sing a little 'Sweet Home Alabama' - Jimmy gimme wink like a big flimflammer. Bone tired and so
[02:49.45]Weary of treating truth as a lie, I been hunkered down in the bunker of some fools alibi. Squint harder you will see the
[02:57.92]Slim tether of the saints. It's whipping wild in the hurricane of all that is and all that ain't. 'Cause there's angels in
[03:05.27]The she'd mother and spiders in the bed brother and ghosts inside my head father, no I am not alone. My mind is teeth
[03:12.86]Without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone. My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that god damn ＂Alabama
[04:12.26]Chrome.＂
