Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
This is a “can’t quite get back home again” song. The protagonist has drifted from town to town and rented many rooms, but the life he longs for and the home he knew can’t be found anymore. Turns out, the place he’s talking about isn’t on a map.
[Verse 1]
Well I moved into this room
If you could call it that, a week ago
I never do what I'm supposed to do
I hardly even know my name anymore
When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away
[Verse 2]
I can't get to sleep at night
The parking lot's so loud and bright
The A/C hasn't worked in twenty years
Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me, I've done it many times
[Chorus]
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines
[Verse 3]
You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October
Just head up north to Jacksonville, cut around and over
Watch your speed in Boiling Springs
They ain't got a thing to do
They'll get you every time
[Chorus]
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines
[Verse 4]
If we pass through on a Sunday
Better make a stop at Wayne's
It's the only open liquor store north
And I can't stand the pain
Of being by myself without a little help on a Sunday afternoon
[Verse 5]
I needed that damn woman like a dream needs gasoline
And I tried to be some ancient kind of man
One that's never seen the beauty in the world
But I tried to chase it down
Tried to make the whole thing mine
[Chorus]
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines
[Verse 6]
I've been stuck here in this town
If you could call it that, a year or two
I never do what I'm supposed to do
I don't even need a name anymore
When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away
[Outro]
No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about
The liberties that we can't do without
Seem to disappear like ghosts in the air
When we don't even care, it truly vanishes away
Alabama Pines was written by Jason Isbell.
Alabama Pines was produced by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit.
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit released Alabama Pines on Tue Apr 12 2011.