Virgil Spencer's got a nineteen-inch Hitachi
'Cause there's another chance and someday soon
Friday night he pulled a gun to change the channel
'Cause there's another chance and someday soon
One long look back at Birmingham
She's wasted years, no time for tears
Any doubts she had are all but washed away
As the rain falls down upon the interstate
She's looking for her promised land
Something that he picked up from a kid
Baby someday soon, yea someday soon
She's got miles to go, blind faith and hope
It's three A.M. and Virgil's passed out on the sofa
She's looking for her promised land
A fifth of Jim Beam on the floor
Oh baby, yea someday soon
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham
And many demons lingering
And as she drives she rubs her rosary
She's never been so all alone, she's never felt so free
Another chance and someday soon
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham
Hey hey yea, keep on driving
She's looking for her promised land
Out beyond the lights of, yea yea Birmingham, Birmingham, yea yea
Shining like the Alabama moon
Shining like the Alabama moon
She's looking for her promised land, yea
His wife remembers well the man she knew
Seems the dreams she had have all turned black and blue
Shining like the Alabama moon
She's careful not to slam the door
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham
'Cause there's another chance and someday soon
She's packed a bag she slips the keys out of his pocket
Shining like the Alabama moon
