Jason Isbell and The 400 Unit – Alabama Pines (Guitar)

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Well I moved into this room, if you could call it that, a week ago.

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I never do what I'm supposed to do.

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I hardly even know my name anymore.

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When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away.

C
I can't get to sleep at night. The parking lot's so loud and bright.

    Am
The a/c hasn't worked in twenty years.

                      F
Probably never made a single person cold,

                                      C
but I can't say the same for me. I've done it many times.

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Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

C
You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October.

Am
Head up north to Jacksonville. Cut around and over.

           F
Watch your speed in Boiling Springs.

                                      C
They ain't got a thing to do. They'll get you every time.

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Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

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Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

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Ohh Ohhh  Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

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Ohh Ohhh  Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

       C
If we pass through on a Sunday, better make a stop at Wayne's.

         Am
It's the only open liquor store north, and I can't stand the pain

F
of being by myself without a little help

     C
on a Sunday afternoon.

C
I needed that damn woman like a dream needs gasoline.

Am
I tried to be some ancient kind of man,

                          F
one that's never seen the beauty in the world,

                                         C
but I tried to chase it down... tried to make the whole thing mine.

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Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

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Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

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Ohh Ohhh  Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

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Ohh Ohhh  Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

            C
I've been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two.

Am
I never do what I'm supposed to do.

                    F
I don't even need a name anymore.

                                   C
When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away.

C
No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about.

    Am
The liberties that we can't do without seem to disappear

     F
like ghosts in the air.

                                  C
When we don't even care, it truly vanishes away.