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ALABAMA'S SONG
Allan Rayman


She's got a candle lit by her window and a double-barrel shotgun next to her rocking chair.
She's been waiting.
Yeah, and this old lady, she's been waiting 12 years now.
For nothing else she cares.
A beat-up Winnebego in the American desert, a dirt road leads to an abandoned oil farm and tumbleweed is the most movement that it sees.
Her car stays parked in the lot still filled with gasoline.
Who knows, maybe one day she'll need it.
Should James ever turn up and she decides to act upon her basic instincts, she will need it.
That get-away car and those dead roses on her shelf are the only things that she holds dear anymore.
James made a promise that he can't keep anymore, but he'll try to.
Oh, he'll try to."

Oh, he's in too deep
She's been waiting for him,
She's got something for him
But he's under her skin
Oh, he don't know it
But he's comin' home to somethin'

The tires on his pickup pick up dirt on his way in.
She can see him from a mile away.
James has come to confess his sins and gather the love that he once leaned on.
She sits patiently determined to commit her first.
Silence.
She hears his footsteps as he makes his way to the front door.
She shoulders her weapon.
Sweetheart?" Silence.
James steps into the Winnebago. "
Sweetheart, I'm home." She feels a rush so strong she could cum from the feeling that those eyes and his voice, memories of love and laughter.
Sheets that hold him in the night, never letting in that morning after.
She remembers.
Bang She remembered."

Oh, he's in too deep
She's been waiting for him,
She's got something for him
But he's under her skin
Oh, he don't know it
But he's comin' home to somethin'

Off she goes.
Full tank and a bag of clothes, nothing but fire behind her.
She speeds up that dirt road.
She's finally free.
Mr.
Roadhouse is finally free."


ALLAN RAYMAN