Sweet - Alabama Man Lyrics
3 down, 2 upHe's gonna take a shotAlabama green baseThe dice is his viceHe throws those dice, to save hit lifeHe's spinning around, with the.............Alabama fever, yeahHe's gone too farThat mississippi manHe wants to be a starBut the New York hustler,huhHe's got his eye on himWith his fingers in his pocketOf that satin vest,yeahHe'll bring him downTo see his shotTo call his bluffYeah just to put him downWhen the aces are aroundHey mister, you got a spare place here?Well,I'm just passin' throughAn d I need to waste some timeOn my way down the line, yeahAlabama feverhe's gone too far,huhOk Buddy, you can pull up a chairBut the New York hustlerOh,he wasn't awareOf the rul?s of the game,huhHe'll high roll no moreHe reached too farInto the pocket of that satin vestGoodbye Alabama, hello Skid RowHe's going backSkid Row I'm coming; I got,I went too farI'm coming back
