Nobody's Gonna Make It out Alive

Southern dream, brown skinned doll, I met her on the beach down in Panama. Said “Look me up if you get back home, It’d be a crying shame for us to sleep alone.” Now I’m 27 miles outside of Augusta at a bar that doesn’t have a name, Singing “Sweet Home Alabama” for the one paying customer, Drinking til I couldn’t spell my name. There’s a pretty little girl waiting for me down in Macon, But it’s safe to say I probably shouldn’t drive. (I’ve) had a damn good ride, all I’ve really learned from living is Nobody’s gonna make it out alive. I’m out of gas and out of time, Maybe I’ll head home for a couple nights. Sleep on the coach at an ex-girlfriend’s house, Then hit the highway and keep heading South. Now I’m 27 miles outside of Augusta at a bar that doesn’t have a name, Singing “Sweet Home Alabama” for the one paying customer, Drinking til I couldn’t spell my name. There’s a pretty little girl waiting for me down in Macon, But it’s safe to say I probably shouldn’t drive. (I’ve) had a damn good ride, all I’ve really learned from living is Nobody’s gonna make it out alive. She showed up and brought a friend, He’s not her boyfriend but don’t tell him. Now I ain’t a chicken but I don’t wanna be fried, I sent em both a cold beer and I left with a smile. Now I’m 27 miles outside of Augusta at a bar that doesn’t have a name, Singing “Sweet Home Alabama” for the one paying customer, Drinking til I couldn’t spell my name. There’s a pretty little girl waiting for me down in Macon, But it’s safe to say I probably shouldn’t drive. (I’ve) had a damn good ride, all I’ve really learned from living is Nobody’s gonna make it out alive. Yeah, nobody’s gonna make it out alive.