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Jason Isbell, The 400 Unit - Alabama Pines
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Lead Vocals
Browan Lollar
Browan Lollar
Electric Guitar
Amanda Shires
Amanda Shires
Fiddle
Derry DeBorja
Derry DeBorja
Keyboards
Jimbo Hart
Jimbo Hart
Bass Guitar
Chad Gamble
Chad Gamble
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 kinda vanishes away
[Verse 2]
And I can't get to sleep at night
The parking lot's so loud and bright
The AC hasn't worked in twenty years
Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me
I've done it many times
[Verse 3]
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
[Verse 4]
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 ya every time
[Verse 5]
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
Well, I needed that damn woman
Like a dream needs gasoline
And I tried to be some ancient kinda 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
[Verse 8]
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama pines
[Verse 9]
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 kinda vanishes away
[Verse 10]
No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about
The liberties that we can't do without seem to disappear
Like ghosts in the air
When we don't even care
It truly vanishes away
Written by: Jason Isbell
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