[00:07.90]Here I am standing firm
[00:14.610]As the ground shakes beneath me
[00:18.11]I send you away with my own hand
[00:24.16]I try and try to remember that for now it's for the better
[00:30.00]But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in
[00:35.07]And it feels like the beginning of the end
[00:42.94]Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky
[00:50.32]And the sweet tea wells ran dry
[00:54.93]Somewhere out there you're finding yourself
[01:02.50]But back home it's the end of time
[01:18.31]I'm scared to death
[01:19.82]Pick up your phone
[01:21.59]Outside I hear the bells ringing
[01:23.98]Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known
[01:30.02]Pick up your phone
[01:33.27]I need an answer
[01:34.75]Come home and call off disaster
[01:37.54]'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall
[01:44.66]Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall
[01:50.54]Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky
[01:56.33]And the sweet tea wells ran dry
[02:03.70]Somewhere out there you're finding yourself
[02:10.19]But back home it's the end of time
[02:17.24]It's the end of time
[02:22.23]Is it the end of all time
[02:31.15]Or just the end of mine
[02:37.50]
[02:39.56]Well all of the cotton died in the fields
[02:47.09]The little babies cried the blue from their eyes
[02:53.19]Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up
[02:57.27]But come home before the end
[03:02.57]The Alabama moon fell from the sky
[03:09.39]And the sweet tea wells ran dry
[03:15.07]Somewhere out there you're finding yourself
[03:21.12]But back home it's the end of time
[03:33.20]Come home and be mine...
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