Nothing Sweet about Alabama

We got Muscle Shoals, sure enough, boys can swamp it up
Party by the train tracks, Riviera rednecks
And the world's hottest cheerleaders

We got Southern rock — what's it to ya — Blind Boys, Hallelujah!
Moon pies, roll tide, Friday night beneath the lights
Life’s sweeter than Chilton peaches

But all of those things don’t seem to thrill me
Swiggin’ sour mash, is only gonna kill me

Girl, since you're gone
Nothing’s sweet about this home
Ain't nothing sweet about Alabama
Don't play that song
All the words are just plain wrong
Ain’t nothing sweet about Alabama

You were an Amen, so right, country cutie certified
Farm grown, good looking, hot sauce, southern cooking
So down home delicious
You had a head full of big dreams, chased ‘em up to Tennessee
Stole my best guitar, singing Skynard in a bar
Lord knows who you’ve been kissin

I’m gonna send a prayer in church on Sunday
Please bring her back, home to Montgomery

Girl, since you're gone
Nothing’s sweet about this home
Ain't nothing sweet about Alabama
Don't play that song
All the words are just plain wrong
Ain’t nothing sweet about Alabama

The skies are so gray and that’s the truth
These big wheels are turning straight for you

Girl, since you're gone
Nothing’s sweet about this home
Ain't nothing sweet about Alabama
Don't play that song
I don’t wanna sing along
Ain’t nothing sweet about Alabama


Written by Bill DiLuigi, Jesse Stern, Dave Tough © 2011
Contact: Dave Tough * 5801 Tee Pee Trace * Cane Ridge, Tennessee
615.554.6693 www.davetough.com