Alabama

she picked up the telephone All she heard was dial tone She really thought she heard it ring this time She said what am I thinking I must be only dreaming Or maybe it’s the hundred times he’s crossed my mind Just tonight (chorus) She said maybe I miss your lovin’ Maybe I miss your kiss just a little bit Maybe I miss your body lyin’ right next to mine Maybe I miss your touch a little too much Tossing and turning her skins still burning From the fire in his hands Runnin’ on empty she needs somebody But somebody wouldn’t understand Then the telephone rings (chorus) They talked about Savannah Sweet home Alabama And how he missed the way she always smiled Are you coming back soon By the Harvest moon If I have to walk every mile on my knees (chorus) (chorus)