Ruined my favorite pair of jeans
Never looked up, love
I was in soil, on hands and knees
Covered in foxglove
I see 'em bow down when you sing
I heard the wind run
I saw your sundress start to cling
Color me turned on
I remember hoping you were everything
You were like lightning
You were the turn of the century
You were the reason, in hindsight, I woke up
Now whenever you’re around
I'm seeing you but I can’t
You’re an Alabama haint
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My porch roof paint’s bluе
In a way
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We’re more or lеss through
In a way
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Maybe hearsay’s not a rumor
I can’t stay, wish I’d left sooner
Dismayed I’m a later bloomer
Still, hey, I root for my future
I get interviewed by a friend
They wanna know how it ended
They wanna quiz me:
Is this irreversible loss?
Are you gone?
Are you not?
I remember hoping you were everything
You were like lightning
You were the turn of the century
You were the reason, in hindsight, I woke up
Now whenever you’re around
I'm seeing you but I can’t
You’re an Alabama haint
Mm mm mm
My porch roof paint’s blue
In a way
Mm mm mm
In a way
Mm mm mm
In a way
Mm mm mm