MOLINE (3:46)

MOLINE (3:46) ©2016 Mick Byrd

The wind cuts like a dagger. ♪ Down the neck of this southern boy. ♪ It might be spring in Alabama. ♪ But it’s cold as hell in Illinois. ♪ I’m not sayin’ I’m not lonely. ♪ I’m nine-hundred miles away from home. ♪ I’m gonna leave your smile untouched ♪ And call my woman on the phone. ♪ Just leave me with this bottle ♪ Before I change the way I feel. ♪ ‘Cause You’re not my baby ♪ And Moline ain’t Mobile. Moline ain’t Mobile. ♪ Tomorrow’s show is in Chicago. ♪ Tonight I’m wastin’ time in this old bar. ♪ I’m on the road until September. ♪ I can feel your eyes from where you are. ♪ I’m not sayin’ I’m not lonely. ♪ I’m nine-hundred miles away from home. ♪ I’m gonna leave your smile untouched ♪ And call my woman on the phone. ♪ Just leave me with this bottle ♪ Before I change the way I feel. ♪ ‘Cause you’re not my baby ♪ And Moline ain’t Mobile. Moline ain’t Mobile. ♪ Just leave me with this bottle ♪ Before I change the way I feel. ♪ ‘Cause you’re not my baby ♪ And Moline ain’t Mobile. Moline ain’t Mobile. Moline ain’t Mobile. Moline.