Jim White Alabama Chrome Lyrics

Alabama Chrome Lyrics

Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go lame. Tuesday I start twitching,
Wednesday I'm insane. Thursday I lay dying,

Friday I'm quite dead. Saturday I get carried away by things better left
unsaid. But heaven ain't no place, brother, and

love ain't no word sister. And prison ain't no building made of iron bars and
stone. You can seek the rhyme and reason,

but in the realm of the unknown you won't catch no true reflections in that
"Alabama Chrome." For there's mountains you

will scale with ease, yet molehills where you stumble. Sins you so regret and
yet other sins that you enjoy. Harps can beg

forgiveness, and the guitars can scream pain, but the contradictions are larger
than any language can explain. For in the

secret territory where the preachers come to steal the jewel of your heart, for
they have no treasure of their own, there

lies a sacred window, in your hand the perfect stone. You'd throw it, but you
arms are bound 'round with that "Alabama

Chrome." The heat it is withering, humidity smothering. Strip of silver
tape, a sly lie covering dent in the side of the

redneck ride. Going deep for the Crimson Tide. Yeah! Gonna bump to the thump of
the Selma slammer. Wanna jump up and down

like a wack jackhammer. Sing a little 'Sweet Home Alabama' - Jimmy gimme wink
like a big flimflammer. Bone tired and so

weary of treating truth as a lie, I been hunkered down in the bunker of some
fools alibi. Squint harder you will see the

slim tether of the saints. It's whipping wild in the hurricane of all that is
and all that ain't. 'Cause there's angels in

the shed mother and spiders in the bed brother and ghosts inside my head
father, no I am not alone. My mind is teeth

without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone. My eyes are blinded by a
thousand layers of that god damn "Alabama

Chrome."