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
Oh, 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
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
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
It 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
Back home it's the end of time
Hey yeah
Come home and be mine
Come home, come home