F G Em7 F G F C F G Em7 F G Em7 F G F C O h Alabama; the devil fools with the best laid plans. F G Em7 Swing low Alabama F D You got spare change, you got to feel strange E F G And now the moment is all that it meant. Chorus: Am7 Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders C D Thatʼs breaking your back. Am7 Your cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch C D And a wheel on the track Oh Alabama, Banjos playing through the broken glass Windows down in Alabama. See the old folks tied in white ropes Hear the banjo; donʼt it take you down home? Chorus. Oh Alabama; can I see you and shake your hand. Make friends down in Alabama. Iʼm from a new land I come to you and see all this ruin What are you doinʼ? Am7 Alabama, C D You got the rest of the union to help you along Am7 F G Em7 Whatʼs goinʼ wrong?
