Alabama Pines (Here We Rest) Songtext
von Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

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 kind of vanishes away

And I can't get to sleep at night
The parking lot′s so loud and bright
The AC hasn't worked in 20 years
Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me, I′ve done it many times

Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines

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 you every time

Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines


Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh

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

Well, I needed that damned woman like a dream needs gasoline
And I tried to be some ancient kind of 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

Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines

Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh


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 kind of vanishes away

No one gives a damn about
The things I give a damn about
Liberties that we can′t do without
Seem to disappear like ghosts in the air
We don't even care, through they vanishes away