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