Alabama Ladies (Reprise)

[VICTORIA, spoken]
You wanna know why you ain’t dead? I’ll tell you why you ain’t dead! Every time a jury says “guilty,” the Commies and Jungle Jews get you boys another trial. And that means every time they haul your black asses back into the courtroom, they gotta haul mine back in there too. And I’m getting sick of it, enough! I’m a white lady! And I deserve to be treated as such!

(singing)

There’s only one true Alabama lady
Noble daughter of the solid south

(spoken)

Not like that Ruby. Oh no! That turncoat’. She’s makin’ money touring the country with the Commies and those goddamn mammies wearing hats! Going places I never heard of! And me? Six years. Six years, I’m stuck in this hellhole of a town delivering the same testimony trial after trial after trial after trial!

(singing)

“But then a negro...

(spoken)

Threw himself upon me, I can still smell his hot black breath.” But the Commies and Jungle Jews chasin’ bigger stories now, aren’t they? Let me let you in on a little lesson I learned behind the mill when I was thirteen. They love you when you’ve got something to give, but once they finish getting whatever it is you’ve giving, they’re gone and you’re forgotten

(singing)

They really hurt you
They take your virtue
And when it’s taken

(spoken)

They win, you lose
So long suckers!