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Southern man, you are pretty, got a smile to still the city
And, Lord, you you got those sleepy eyes
sweet-talking baby, calmed the heart of a lonely lady
You kept me flying high and the easy
And it's in the rain and I was dreaming

wind is still blowing, Lord, you know the songs were flowing
From a broken-hearted by the wayside
to my song, you kept it ringing clean and strong
You me like an angel to confide in
And I tried to make you home but I was

Lord, I guess you just ain't
That damned old telephone is hard to help me find the lines here
Wish that you could understand why I love the man
He me truth and reason I believe in

Alabama soft blues again, Alabama soft spoken blues again
Early morning fog is in, it's time for leaving

Alabama soft blues