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

October wind is still blowing, Lord, you the songs were flowing
a broken-hearted lady by the wayside
Listen to my song, you kept it ringing and strong
You held me like an to confide in
And I tried to you home but I was dreaming

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

Alabama soft spoken again, Alabama soft spoken blues again
Early morning fog is rolling in, time for leaving

Alabama spoken blues