Sweet - Alabama Man lyrics

3 down, 2 up He's gonna take a shot Alabama green base The dice is his vice He throws those dice, to save his life He's spinning around, with the wheel.... Alabama fever, yeah He's gone too far That mississippi man He wants to be a star But the New York hustler,huh He's got his eye on him With his fingers in his pocket Of that satin vest,yeah He'll bring him down To see his shot To call his bluff Yeah just to put him down When the aces are around Hey mister, you got a spare place here? Well,I'm just pa**in' through And I need to waste some time On my way down the line, yeah Alabama fever He's gone too far,huh Ok Buddy, you can pull up a chair But the New York hustler Oh, he wasn't aware Of the rules of the game,huh He'll high roll no more He reached too far Into the pocket of that satin vest Goodbye Alabama, hello Skid Row He's going back Skid Row I'm coming; I got I went too far I'm coming back