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Oh, Alabama, the devil fools with the best laid plan
Swing low, Alabama
You got the spare change, you got to feel strange
And now the moment is all that it meant
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back
Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track
Oh Alabama, banjos playing through the broken glass
Windows down in Alabama
See the old folks tied in white ropes, hear the banjo
Don't it take you down home?
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back
Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track
Oh Alabama, can I see you and shake your hand?
Make friends down in Alabama
I'm from a new land, I come to you and
See all this ruin, what are you doing?
Alabama
You got the rest of the union
To help you along
What's going wrong?
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