Текст песни Alabama Man

3 down, 2 up

He's gonna take a shot

Alabama green base

The dice is his vice

He throws those dice, to save his life

He's spinning around, with the wheel....

Alabama fever, yeah

He's gone too far

That mississippi man

He wants to be a star

But the New York hustler,huh

He's got his eye on him

With his fingers in his pocket

Of that satin vest,yeah

He'll bring him down

To see his shot

To call his bluff

Yeah just to put him down

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Hey mister, you got a spare place here?

Well,I'm just passin' through

And I need to waste some time

On my way down the line, yeah

Alabama fever

He's gone too far,huh

Ok Buddy, you can pull up a chair

But the New York hustler

Oh, he wasn't aware

Of the rules of the game,huh

He'll high roll no more

He reached too far

Into the pocket of that satin vest

Goodbye Alabama, hello Skid Row

He's going back

Skid Row I'm coming; I got,

I went too far

I'm coming back