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 winds still blowing, Lord,
you know the song 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,
time for leaving.

Alabama soft-spoken blues.