It’s Hard To Be Humble (When You’re From Alabama)

Baby, all these cities ain’t they all starting to look all the same
Baby, all these colors and the cars and the kids and the rain
I mean, baby. All these cities. Ain’t they all starting to look all the same.
Hear me, Alabama, I was never meant to carry no shame
Hear me, Alabama, I was never meant to carry no shame
Ah but hear me, Alabama, I can hear you when you’re calling my name
If I’m talking to you, mister then you’d best be writing down what I say
And if you’re talking to me like that,
Man you had best be quickly walking away
I ain’t came to stand here for none of this bullshit,
Man I came here to play
Hear me, Alabama, I was never meant to carry no shame
Hear me, Alabama, I was never meant to carry no shame
Ah but hear me, Alabama, I can hear you when you’re calling my name
Baby, all these cities ain’t they all starting to look all the same
Baby, all these colors and the cars and the kids and the rain
I mean, baby all these cities ain’t they all starting to look all the same
I mean, baby all these cities ain’t they all starting to look all the same
I mean, baby all these cities ain’t they all starting to look all the same
I mean, baby all these cities ain’t they all starting to look all the same