[00:07.90]Here I am standing firm [00:14.610]As the ground shakes beneath me [00:18.11]I send you away with my own hand [00:24.16]I try and try to remember that for now it's for the better [00:30.00]But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in [00:35.07]And it feels like the beginning of the end [00:42.94]Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky [00:50.32]And the sweet tea wells ran dry [00:54.93]Somewhere out there you're finding yourself [01:02.50]But back home it's the end of time [01:18.31]I'm scared to death [01:19.82]Pick up your phone [01:21.59]Outside I hear the bells ringing [01:23.98]Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known [01:30.02]Pick up your phone [01:33.27]I need an answer [01:34.75]Come home and call off disaster [01:37.54]'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall [01:44.66]Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall [01:50.54]Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky [01:56.33]And the sweet tea wells ran dry [02:03.70]Somewhere out there you're finding yourself [02:10.19]But back home it's the end of time [02:17.24]It's the end of time [02:22.23]Is it the end of all time [02:31.15]Or just the end of mine [02:37.50] [02:39.56]Well all of the cotton died in the fields [02:47.09]The little babies cried the blue from their eyes [02:53.19]Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up [02:57.27]But come home before the end [03:02.57]The Alabama moon fell from the sky [03:09.39]And the sweet tea wells ran dry [03:15.07]Somewhere out there you're finding yourself [03:21.12]But back home it's the end of time [03:33.20]Come home and be mine... [03:41.54]