Virgil Spencer's got a nineteen-inch Hitachi 
And many demons lingering 
Friday night he pulled a gun to change the channel 
Something that he picked up from the King 
His wife remembers well the man she knew 
Seems the dreams she had have all turned black and blue 
She's wasted years 
No time for tears 

Cause there's another chance and a someday soon 
Shining like the Alabama moon 
She's looking for her promised land 
Out beyond the lights of 

It's three a.m. and Virgil's passed out on the sofa 
A fifth of Jim Beam on the floor 
She's packed a bag she slips the keys out of his pocket 
She's careful not to slam the door 
And as she drives she rubs her rosary 
She's never been so all alone she's never felt so free 
She's got miles to go 
Blind faith and hope 


As the rain falls down upon the interstate 
Any doubts she had are all but washed away 
One long look back 
At Birmingham 

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