She was hotter then the blacktop
Broke down at a truck stop
She looked about as wild as the stories she told
Said she was a Christian saving souls in
Savannah and the Lord was sendin' her to Alabama

Had a pistol in her boots
Blonde hair dark roots
Said she got an old man but I shouldn't be worried
Though it seemed like she was in a hurry
Higher then a junky dryin' out in the
Slammer Lord I hope I dont die in Alabama

Yeah Alabama
I hope I dont die in Alabama
Well it all seemed to be just fine
She was happy I could give her a ride
Singing right along to ever song on the radio
But it became a strange situation
She was fit the change the station
When they spoke about a murder in Savannah
Oh I hope I dont die in Alabama

Ooooh Alabama
Yeah I hope I dont die in Alabama
Well the truth be told
She had a little dirt on her soul
Burble in her blood made her heart turn cold
Now all I wanna do is make it home to Lousiana
Lord I hope I dont die in Alabama
No I hope I dont die in Alabama
Oh Alabama
Lord I hope I dont die in Alabama