Virgil Spencer's got a 19 inch Hitachi
And many demons lingering
Friday night he pulled a gun to change the channel
Something that he picked up from the King

His wife remembers well the man she knew
Seems the dreams she had have all turned black and blue
She's wasted here
No time for tears

But there's another chance that someday soon
Shining like the Alabama moon
She's looking for the promised land
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham

It's 3 AM and Virgil's passed out on the sofa
A fifth of Jim Beam on the floor
She's packed a bag, she slips the keys out of his pocket
She's careful not to slam the door

And as she drives she rubs a rosary
She's never been so all alone, but never felt so free
She's got miles to go
Blind faith and hope

Cause there's another chance that someday soon
Shining like the Alabama moon
She's looking for the promised land
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham...

posted by 123454321 at 4:46 PM