Alabama

The Cheap Seats

 Marcus Hummon/Randy Sharp

 This town ain't big, this town ain't small.
 It's a little of both they say.
 Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A.
 We sit below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall.
 We do the wave all by ourself.
 Hang off, a blind man could've made that call.

 Chorus
 We like beer flat as can be.
 We like our dogs with mustard and relish.
 We got a great pitcher what's his name.
 Well we can't even spell it.
 We don't worry about the planet much.
 We just like to see the boys hit it deep.
 There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats.

 The game was close, we'll call it a win.
 Go off to toast the boys again.
 That local band is back in town.
 They got a kinda minor league sound.
 They're not that bad, they're not that good.
 But all in all it's understood.
 We wanna dance, they wanna play.
 We wouldn't have it any other way.

 Chorus
 
Cheap seats

 Now the majors called up oh what's his name.
 And one more buildin' rises come.
 And suddenly we're all grown up.
 And this old town not quite so small.
 But I'll always miss the middle size town.
 In the middle of the middle-west.
 With no name pitchers and local bands,
 and mustard and relish and all the rest.

 Chorus
 Cheap seats

I'm In A Hurry (And Don't Know Why)

 Roger Murrah/Randy VanWarmer

 ( Chorus : )
 I'm In A Hurry To Get Things Done
 (Oh,) I Rush & Rush Until Life's No Fun
 All I Really Gotta Do Is Live & Die
 But, I'm In A Hurry & Don't Know Why

 Don't Know Why
 I Have To Drive So Fast
 My Car Has Nothing To Prove
 It's Not New, But It'll 0-60 In 5.2, Oh

 ( Repeat Chorus )

 Can't Be Late
 I Leave In Plenty Of Time
 Shakin' Hands With The Clock
 I Can't Stop
 I'm On A Roll & I'm Ready To Rock Oh,

 ( Repeat Chorus )

 I Hear A Voice
 It Says I'm Running Behind
 I Better Pick Up My Pace
 It's A Race & There Ain't No Room For Someone In 2nd Place

 (Repeat Chorus 4 Times)

If I Had You

 Danny Mayo/Kerry Chater

 If I had you
 We'd run like gypsies in the wind
 We'd be lovers, we'd be friends
 If I had you

 If I had you
 We'd count the stars all one by one
 And we'd make love till they were gone
 Oh, If I had you

 'Cause you light a fire way down in my soul
 The flame keeps growing stronger
 'Cause there ain't no control
 And there's nothing, no there's nothing
 No There's nothing that I wouldn't do
 If I had you

 If I had you
 We'd sail the seven seas as one
 We'd never say "It can't be done"
 No, if I had you

 'Cause you light a fire way down in my soul
 The flame keeps growing stronger
 There ain't no control
 And there's nothing, no there's nothing
 No There's nothing that I wouldn't do
 If I had you

 If I had you

Love In The First Degree

 Jim Hurt/Tim DuBois

 I once thought of love as a prison a place I didn't want to be.
 So long ago I made a decision to be footloose and fancy free.
 But you came I was so tempted to gamble on love just one time.
 I never thought I would get caught.
 It seemed like the perfect crime.

 Chorus:
 Baby, you left me defenceless.
 I've only got one plea.
 Lock me away inside of your love and throw away the key.
 I'm guilty of love in the first degree.

 I thought it would be so simple, like a thousand times before.
 I'd take what I wanted and just walk away, but I never made it to the door.
 Now babe, I'm not beggin' for mercy.
 Go ahead and throw the book at me.
 If lovin' you's a crime, I know that I'm as guilty as a man can be.

 Chorus

 Oh yeah.  Oh yeah.

 Chorus

 Oh yeah.  Love in the first degree.
 Love in the first degree.
 Love in the first degree.

Roll On (Eighteen Wheeler)

 Dave Loggins

 (Semi starts and engine is revved)
 Hey, how 'bout ya Alabama
 ROLL ON

 (CHORUS)
 Roll on highway, roll on along
 Roll on Daddy 'til you get back home
 Roll on family, roll on crew
 Roll on Mamma like I ask'd ya to do
 And roll on 18-wheeler, roll on
 ROLL ON

 Well, it's Monday mornin'
 He kissin' Momma good-bye
 He's up and gone with the sun
 Daddy drives an 18-wheeler
 And he's off on a Midwest run
 And three sad faces gather 'round Momma
 They ask her when Daddy's comin' home
 Daddy drives an 18-wheeler
 And they sure miss him when he's gone (Ya, they do)
 Ah, but he calls them ev'ry night and tells 'em that he loves them
 He taught 'em this song to sing

 (REPEAT CHORUS)

 Well, it's Wednesday evenin'
 Momma's waiting by the phone
 It rings but it's not his voice
 Seems the highway patrol has found a jackknived rig
 in a snow bank in Illinois
 But the driver was missin'
 and the search had been abandoned
 'cause the weather had everything stalled
 And they check'd all the houses and the local motels
 when they had some more news they'd call
 And she told them when they found him to tell him
 That she loved him and she hung up on the phone singin'

 (REPEAT CHORUS)

 Momma and the children will be waiting up all night long
 Thinking nothin' but the worst is comin' with the ringin' of the telephone

 Oh, but the Man upstairs was listenin'
 when Momma ask'd him to bring Daddy home
 And when the call came in it was Daddy on the other end
 askin' her if she had been singin' his song
 (Singin')

 Roll on highway, roll on along
 Roll on Daddy 'til you get back home
 Roll on family, roll on crew
 Roll on Momma like I ask'd ya to do
 And roll on 18-wheeler

 Roll on highway, roll on along
 Roll on Daddy 'til you get back home
 Roll on family, roll on crew
 Roll on Momma like I ask'd ya to do
 And roll on 18-wheeler, roll on
 ROLL ON

 18-wheeler

 18-wheeler

 18-wheeler

 18-wheeler

 ROLL ON

 (Semi drives away tootin' horn)

We Can't Love Like This Anymore

John Jarrard/Wendell Mobley

You're laying right beside me, but you're a million miles away
 And if I ask you what's the matter
 You don't have much to say
 And I can tell that i'm not standing
 Where I stood with you before
 We can't love like this, anymore

 Sometimes it makes me angry, but mostly it just hurts
 I thought time might make it better
 But it only made it worse
 And I can't climb these walls you're building
 And I can't unlock the door
 We can't love like this anymore

 We're coming to a crossroad, I can tell
 I'm not sure we'd be this lonely by ourselves
 But I won't give up as long as there's a chance
 So where we go from here is in your hands

 Just say it's over, and at least I'll know for sure
 We can't love like this, anymore
 We can't love like this, anymore