[00:00.00] 作词 : Kimberly Perry/Reid Perry/Neil Perry/Brian Henningsen/Clara Henningsen/Aaron Henningsen
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Kimberly Perry/Reid Perry/Neil Perry/Brian Henningsen/Clara Henningsen/Aaron Henningsen
[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]

作词 : Kimberly Perry/Reid Perry/Neil Perry/Brian Henningsen/Clara Henningsen/Aaron Henningsen
作曲 : Kimberly Perry/Reid Perry/Neil Perry/Brian Henningsen/Clara Henningsen/Aaron Henningsen
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
But 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 and be mine...