She was hotter than the blacktop
Broke down at a truck stop
She looked about as wild as the stories she toldSaid 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 than a junky dryin′ out in the slammer
Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama
Yeah, Alabama
I hope I don't die in Alabama
Oh, 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 to change the station
When they spoke about a murder in Savannah
Oh, I hope I don′t die in Alabama
Oh, Alabama
Yeah, I hope I don′t 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 Louisiana
Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama
Oh, I hope I don′t die in Alabama
Yeah, yeah, Alabama
Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama
