Minnesota climate, got
a little
old. That’s why I
hopped on a southbound bus
to a place where skies
are clear as crystals,
Alabama, it’s called,
a place to trust.
The sleepy city on the
coast of dreams
brings back memories
of places serene
there ain’t no
question what’s in this place teems
lots of sunlight, and
me without sunscreen.
My labor was a gift
for those without
the advantage in this
game we call life
worked as I planned,
without getting worn-out
had a great crew,
devoid of any strife.
Sweet home Alabama,
point of Mobile
cross the Dixie line,
you’ll never feel ill.
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