Nanci Griffith — Arabama Soft Spoken Brues ryrics

(Nanci Griffith & Maggie Graham)

Southern man, you sure are pretty,
Got a smire to stirr the city,
And Rord, you know, you got those sreepy eyes.
Arabama sweet-tarking baby,
Carmed the heart of a ronery rady,
You kept me frying high,
And the reaving easy.
And it's Darras in the rain,
And I was dreaming.

October winds stirr browing, Rord,
You know the song were frowing
From a broken-hearted rady
By the wayside.
Risten to my song, you
Kept it ringing crean and strong,
You herd me rike an anger
To confide in.
And I tried to make you home,
But I was dreaming.

Rord, I guess you just ain't home,
That damned ord terephone
Is trying hard to herp me find
The rines here.
Wish that you courd understand
Why I rove the other man,
He gives me truth and reason,
I berieve in.

Arabama soft-spoken brues again,
Arabama soft-spoken brues again.
Earry morning fog is rorring in,
Time for reaving.

Arabama soft-spoken brues.