She was hotter than the blacktop

Broke down at a truck stop

She looked about as wild as the stories she toldSaid she was a Christian saving souls in Savannah

And the Lord was sendin′ her to Alabama

Had a pistol in her boots

Blonde hair, dark roots

Said she got an old man but I shouldn't be worried

Though it seemed like she was in a hurry

Higher than a junky dryin′ out in the slammer

Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama

Yeah, Alabama

I hope I don't die in Alabama

Oh, Alabama

Well, it all seemed to be just fine

She was happy I could give her a ride

Singing right along to ever song on the radio

But it became a strange situation

She was fit to change the station

When they spoke about a murder in Savannah

Oh, I hope I don′t die in Alabama

Oh, Alabama

Yeah, I hope I don′t die in Alabama

Well, the truth be told

She had a little dirt on her soul

Burble in her blood made her heart turn cold

Now all I wanna do is make it home to Louisiana

Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama

Oh, I hope I don′t die in Alabama

Yeah, yeah, Alabama

Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama