William's Alabama - Shannon Wright

He’s a man of the grain

Wears his robe of burly pain

Bowls the town for alcohol

Chewed up his name and he sold it all

Perched it up for sale

He turned the light out

He turned the sign down farewell goodnight

The awning falls flat and the clocks are spinning

Bowl the town for alcohol you are what I need

He resides in a carnival turns the pages

And mocks it all he’s a martyr with a wide rope

Turns his head to watch it fall

Hacked his hand through the toil

He’s a product of failed love