I never knew a man could tell so many lies. He had a different story for every set of eyes! How can he remember who he’s talkin’ to? ‘Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you.

You pay for this, but they give you that.

See also: My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)

Banjos playing through the broken glass windows down in Alabama.
See the old folks tied in white ropes; hear the banjo.

Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That’s breaking your back.

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I’m from a new land, [and] I come to you and see all this ruin.
What are you doing, Alabama? You got the rest of the union to help you along.
What’s going wrong?

Oh, Alabama: the devil fools with the best laid plan.

He’s a feeling arranger and a changer of the ways he talks.

So all you critics, sit alone: you’re no better than me for what you’ve shown.