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Introduction:
B
A redtail hawk sat watchful
E B
At the faded edge of day
E B
The phone polls and the pines
E Em B
Rose from the scoured clay
B
The sun was slipping toward the gulf
E B
In its own good time
E B
And you would not think of death
E Em B
If you drove on past the signs
B
The old men at the roadhouse
E B
Weren't too polite to stare
E B
Where we'd come from wasn't home
E Em B
And we were far from leavin' there
B
The camera 'round my neck
E B
Drew suspicious eyes to me
E B
We were not there to talk
E Em B
We were only there to see
C# C#7
When their faces had said nothing
C#
Was then I stepped outside
B E B
And in the instant I knew I would not forget the sight
G#m7 B
Alabama at night
G#m7 B
Alabama at night
B
You took the wheel up 119
E B
I scan the road ahead
E B
Tryin' to let all I could see
E Em B
Cover up all that I'd read
B
That hotel would not likely
E B
Let a working man lie down
E B
Like a current through its walls
E Em B
Ran the sorrow and the sound
C#5 C#
And I kneeled down to let it in me
C#7
Sure it would come if I gave it time
B
And I fumbled 'mongst a hundred words
E B
But words don't do it right
G#m7 B
Alabama at night
G#m B
Alabama at night
C#4 C#
A hundred words mean nothing
C#5 C#m
But what a thousand others say they might
B
Through sunlit rooms
B
The wealthy walk
B
And the pale unshaven men
E B
To stand before each frame
E Em B
Five seconds, maybe ten
B
You're to unveil
B
All the maker
E B
Wanted to portray
G#m B
But I'm not there to talk
E Em B
And if I were, I wouldn't say
B
Cross of rough cut branches
E B
And the white grey shadowed sky
C#m B
A child not far from birth
C# B
With the end etched in her eyes
B
The morning star above her
E B
And a hymn upon the breeze
G# B
The poor's no sacred song
E Em B
Poor is a disease
C#4 C#7
And no hand reaches down from heaven
C#4
And no one denies it might
B E B
So patiently we wait here as all of it grows
G#m B
Alabama at night
G#m B
Alabama at night
G#m B
Alabama at night