Alabama Chrome

Sunday I am young and wild
Monday I go lame
Tuesday I start twitching
Wednesday I'm insane
Thursday I lay dying
Friday I'm quite dead
Saturday I get carried away by things better left unsaid

But heaven ain't no place, brother
And love ain't no word sister
And prison ain't no building made of iron bars and stone
You can seek the rhyme and reason
But in the realm of the unknown you won't catch no true reflections in that "Alabama Chrome."

For there's mountains you
Will scale with ease, yet molehills where you stumble
Sins you so regret and yet other sins that you enjoy
Harps can beg forgiveness
And the guitars can scream pain, but the contradictions are larger than any language can explain

For in the secret territory where the preachers come to steal the jewel of your heart
For they have no treasure of their own, there
Lies a sacred window, in your hand the perfect stone
You'd throw it, but you arms are bound 'round with that "Alabama
Chrome."
The heat it is withering, humidity smothering
Strip of silver tape, a sly lie covering dent in the side of the
Redneck ride
Going deep for the Crimson Tide. (Yeah)

Gonna bump to the thump of the Selma slammer. Wanna jump up and down Like a whack jackhammer
Sing a little 'Sweet Home Alabama'
Jimmy gimme wink like a big flimflammer

Bone tired and so weary of treating truth as a lie
I been hunkered down in the bunker of some fools alibi
Squint harder you will see the slim tether of the saints
It's whipping wild in the hurricane of all that is and all that ain't. Cause there's angels in the shed mother and spiders in the bed Brother and ghosts inside my head father, no I am not alone
My mind is teeth without a mouth
My thoughts are marrow without bone
My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that god damn "Alabama Chrome."