Your Favorite Wornout Nightmare's Coming Home

I've learned more than I have lifted

My heart has cheated, my love has drifted

I've let you down a thousand different ways

And there's been times when I have stumbled

Hurt you pride, you cussed aloud and grumbled

But Lord knows I'm paying now for what I've done

(But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama

And hurricanes in Louisiana

Your screen door's gonna be slamming

'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's coming home

I know you don't feel any sorrow

But I'd beg, I'd steal, I'd borrow

I'd do anything to make you take me back again

Now I couldn't count the times you saved me

With all the good love that you gave me

My dreaming brought you sad nights in return, and

(But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama

And hurricanes in Louisiana

Your screen door's gonna be slamming

'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's coming home

Looking back I still remember

That rainy old December

When the one good thing I had I threw away

Now I need to kiss you, I need to hold you

In the shade of a cool magnolia

Till the moon comes up and your shadow covers mine, and

(But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama

And hurricanes in Louisiana

Your screen door's gonna be slamming

'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's comin home

(But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama

And hurricanes in Louisiana

Your screen door's gonna be slamming, yes it is

'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's coming home

(But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama

And hurricanes in Louisiana

I said your screen door's gonna be slamming

Look out, by, oh

'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's comin home...