| Lord, what possessed me to ever say yes
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| To living a life of concrete and stress?
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| If I’m not careful I could forget
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| My fondest memories of all the things I left
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| I didn’t even realize
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| I had a little bit of paradise
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| Alabama moon
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| Shinin' in my baby’s hair
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| Alabama moon
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| Shoulda let it keep me there
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| It cut through my windows when I was a kid
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| And it told me to come outside and that’s just what I did
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| Lit up the footpath that I followed down
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| To your daddy’s fenceline and the blanket on the ground
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| I never even heard the baby cry
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| But I can see her in a starry sky
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| Alabama moon
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| Shinin' in my baby’s hair
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| Alabama moon
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| Shoulda let it keep me there
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| I didn’t even realize
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| I had a little bit of paradise
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| Alabama moon
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| Shinin' in my baby’s hair
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| Alabama moon
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| Shoulda let it keep me there
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| Oh that Alabama moon
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| Well it’s shinin' in my baby’s hair
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| That Alabama moon
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| Shoulda let it keep me there |