Jim Croce alabama rain

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Lazy days in mid July
Country Sunday mornin'
Dusty haze on summer highways
Sweet magnolia callin'
But now and then I find myself
Thinkin' of the days when we were
Walkin' in the Alabama rain
Drive in movies, Friday nights
Drinkin' beer and laughin'
Somehow things were always right
I just don't know what happened
But now and then I find myself
Thinkin' of the days when we were
Walkin' in the Alabama rain
We were only kids, but then
I never heard it said
That kids can't fall in love and feel the same
I can still remember the first time I told you I loved you
On a dusty mid July
Country summer's evenin'
A weepin' willow sang its lullabies
And shared its secrets
But now and then I find myself
Thinkin' of the days when we were
Walkin' in the Alabama rain
But, now and then I find myself
Thinkin' of the days when we were
Walkin' in the Alabama rain
Walkin' in the Alabama rain

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