Jason Isbell - Alabama Pines - 10/20/2011 - The Living Room, New York, NY

Jason Isbell - Alabama Pines
Recorded Live: 10/20/2011 - Living Room (New York, NY)
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[@leonorareiley4303]

Still my favorite.

[@coryhultquist580]

This is the best version of this song

[@elmoblatch9787]

What in holy hell is this? This is great. At 2:04 - the pain of experience...the frustration of alcoholism etched on his face. God damn poet.

[@stevenjenkins3202]

Best version ever

[@rainkinggw]

For me, his best song.

[@okrajoe]

NY got a great Southern performance that night!

[@louwrensdreise1377]

Simply Beautiful!!!

[@jdsmith1011]

How in the hell does this only have 804 views in 1 year? Musical magic!

[@Rickygunterofficial]

Even worse, 4 years and 11,133 views later, it has only 88 likes...

[@stickybandit327]

@@Rickygunterofficial Even worse, 8 years, 24k views. 265 likes..

[@benjohnson2312]

Beautiful

[@erfanmohammadlo4]

Well, I moved into this room
If you could call it that a week ago
I never do what I'm supposed to do
Hardly even know my name anymore
When no one calls it out, it kind of vanishes away
And I can't get to sleep at night
The parking lot is so loud and bright
The AC hasn't worked in twenty years
Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me, I've done it many times
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October
Just head up north to Jacksonville, cut around and over
Watch your speed in Boiling Springs
They ain't got a thing to do
They'll get you every time
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
If we pass through on a Sunday
Better make a stop at Wayne's
It's the only open liquor store north
And I can't stand the pain of being by myself
Without a little help on a Sunday afternoon
Well, I needed that damned woman like a dream needs gasoline
And I tried to be some ancient kind of man
One that's never seen the beauty in the world
But I tried to chase it down
Tried to make the whole thing mine
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Well, I've been stuck here in this town
If you could call it that a year or two
I never do what I'm supposed to do
I don't even need a name anymore
When no one calls it out, it kind of vanishes away
No one gives a damn about
The things I give a damn about
Liberties that we can't do without
Seem to disappear like ghosts in the air
We don't even care through they vanishes away

[@dewgreen14]

Alabamaaaaaa pinessasss