Come down easy from New York City to Alabama
To Tuscaloosa where we said goodbye
I can’t tell you how to write your story
And if I tried do I have the right to hold you
To the same heights that you held me in esteem
In my dreams, it was me who walked away from you
I’ll drive to New York City
From Tuscaloosa, where you didn’t cry
I won’t stop until I have told you
All the things I haven’t done right
I’ve stolen, and I’ve lied to you time and again
There’s no end
I pretend that it was me that walked away from you
Alabama
Tuscaloosa
You told me I had to decide
If what I wanted was freedom
You wouldn’t deny it
It’s taken hold of me
It’s taken my pride
I’m on my bended knee
Come down easy from New York City
To Tuscaloosa, Alabama
Tuscaloosa, Alabama
Tuscaloosa, Alabama
Tuscaloosa, Alabama
Tuscaloosa
Alabama, Alabama
Alabama, Alabama