Here I am standing firm
As the ground shakes beneath me
I send you away with my own hand
I try and try to remember that
for now it's for the better
But there's a Southern
kind of tragic blowing in
And it feels like
the beginning of the end
Well the Alabama moon
fell from the sky
And the sweet tea wells ran dry
Somewhere out there
you're finding yourself
But back home it's the end of time
I'm scared to death
Pick up your phone
Outside I hear the bells ringing
Bringing ruin to all that we
have ever known
Pick up your phone
I need an answer
Come home and call off disaster
'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton
Land might fall
Oh I'm cracking
like the plaster on the wall
Well the Alabama moon
fell from the sky
And the sweet tea wells ran dry
Somewhere out
there you're finding yourself
But back home it's the end of time
It's the end of time
Is it the end of all time
Or just the end of mine
Well all of the cotton died
in the fields
The little babies cried
the blue from their eyes
Somewhere I'll bet
you're living it up
so come home before the end
The Alabama moon
fell from the sky
And the sweet tea wells ran dry
Somewhere out there
you're finding yourself
But back home it's the end of time
Come home
Come home and be mine
Come home come home