Alabama's Song - Allan Rayman

She’s got a candle lit by her window

With a double-barrel shotgun next to her rocking chair

She’s been waiting

And this old lady, she’s been waiting 12 years now

For nothing else she cares

A beat-up Winnebago in the American desert

A dirt road leads to an abandoned oil farm and tumbleweed is the most movement

that it sees

Her car stays parked in the lot still filled with gasoline

Who knows?

Maybe one day she’ll need it

Should James ever turn up and she decides to act upon her basic instincts,

she will need it

That getaway car and those dead roses on his shelf are the only things that she

holds dear anymore

James made a promise that he can’t keep anymore

But he’ll try to

Oh, he’ll try to

Well he’s in too deep

She’s been waiting for him

She’s got something for him

Well he’s under her skin

Oh, he don’t know it but he’s

Coming home to something

The tires on his pickup pick up dirt on his way in

And she can see him from a mile away

James has come to confess his sins and gather the love that he once leaned on

She’s as patient and determined to commit her first

Silence

She hears his foot steps as he makes his way to the front door

She shoulders her weapon

«Sweetheart?»

Silence

James steps into the Winnebago, «Sweetheart, I’m home»

She feels a rush so strong, she could come from the feeling that those eyes and

his voice

Memories of love and laughter, sheets that hold him in the night,

never letting in that morning after

She remembers

Bang

She remembered

Well he’s in too deep

She’s been waiting for him

She’s got something for him

Well he’s under her skin

Oh, he don’t know it but he’s

Coming home to something

Off she goes, full tank and a bag of clothes

Nothing but fire behind her

She speeds out that dirt road

She’s finally free

Mr. Roadhouse is finally free