Virgil Spencer's got a ninteen-inch HitachiAnd many demons lingeringFriday night he pulled a gun to change the channelSomething that he picked up from the KingHis wife remembers well the man she knewSeems the dreams she had have all turned black and blueShe's wasted yearsNo time for tears'Cause there's another chance and a someday soonShining like the Alabama moonShe's looking for her promised landOut beyond the lights of BirminghamIt's three a.m. and Virgil's passed out on the sofaA fifth of Jim Beam on the floorShe's packed a bag she slips the keys out of his pocketShe's careful not to slam the doorAnd as she drives she rubs her rosaryShe's never been so all alone she's never felt so freeShe's got miles to goBlind faith and hope'Cause there's another chance and a someday soonShining like the Alabama moonShe's looking for her promised landOut beyond the lights of BirminghamAs the rain falls down upon the interstateAny doubts she had are all but washed awayOne long look backAt Birmingham'Cause there's another chance and a someday soonShining like the Alabama moonShe's looking for her promised landOut beyond the lights of Birmingham