Tuscaloosa

Tuscaloosa ©2010
Written by Cw Johnson
Tuscaloosa Alabama you aint been to lucky for me.
Damn near lost all my money, Betting on those black eyed queens.
Striking out for Macon Ga, Girl lives there says she’s on my side.
She’s as sweet as Banana Pudding ,smells good in the morning like Bacon Frying.
Chorus
Now I’m stuck out here on this Highway.
All these trucks keep Passing me by.
Lord I’d sell my soul this morning, for a hot cup of coffee and a piece of pie.

It’s been a year since I seen Ga.
Let me tell you friend , that’s a long long time.
When you’re a child of the Appalachia, and you got the blue ridge on your mind.
Memories as clear as Chrystal, only thing that keeps my sain.
Let me tell you it’s Goddamn miserable, walking in that Alabama Rain.

Chorus
Now I’m stuck on this highway.
Sticking my thumb outs a waste of Time.
Lord I’d sell my soul this morning.
For a cup of coffee and a piece of pie.

Repeat last Chorus and out