Southern man, you sure are pretty, got a smile to still the city

And, Lord, you know you got those sleepy eyes

Alabama sweet-talking baby, calmed the heart of a lonely lady

You kept me flying high and the leaving easy

And it's Dallas in the rain and I was dreaming

October wind is still blowing, Lord, you know the songs were flowing

From a broken-hearted lady by the wayside

Listen to my song, you kept it ringing clean and strong

You held me like an angel to confide in

And I tried to make you home but I was dreaming

Lord, I guess you just ain't home

That damned old telephone is trying hard to help me find the lines here

Wish that you could understand why I love the other man

He gives me truth and reason I believe in

Alabama soft spoken blues again, Alabama soft spoken blues again

Early morning fog is rolling in, it's time for leaving

Alabama soft spoken blues