Southern man, you sure are pretty, got a smile to still the city   And, Lord, you know you got those sleepy eyes   Alabama sweet-talking baby, calmed the heart of a lonely lady   You kept me flying high and the leaving easy   And it's Dallas in the rain and I was dreaming      October wind is still blowing, Lord, you know the songs were flowing   From a broken-hearted lady by the wayside   Listen to my song, you kept it ringing clean and strong   You held me like an angel to confide in   And I tried to make you home but I was dreaming      Lord, I guess you just ain't home   That damned old telephone is trying hard to help me find the lines here   Wish that you could understand why I love the other man   He gives me truth and reason I believe in      Alabama soft spoken blues again, Alabama soft spoken blues again   Early morning fog is rolling in, it's time for leaving      Alabama soft spoken blues