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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 turned black and blue
She's wasted years, no time for tears
Cause there's another chance, and someday soon
Shining like the Alabama moon
She's looking for her promised land
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham
It's 3 a.m. 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, and she's careful not to slam the door
And as she drives she rubs her rosary
she's never been so all alone, she's never felt so free
She's got miles to go, blind faith and hope
Cause there's another chance, and someday soon
Shining like the Alabama moon
She's looking for her promised land
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham
As the rain falls down upon the interstate, any doubts she had are all but washed away
One long look back, at Birmingham
Cause there's another chance, and someday soon
Shining like the Alabama moon
She's looking for her promised land
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham
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