Virgil Spencer\'s got a 19 inch Hitachi
and many demons lingering.
Friday night, he pulled a gun to change the channel -
Somethin\' that he picked up from the King.
His wife remembers well the man she knew.
Seems the dreams she had have all turned black and blue.
She\'s wasted years, no time for tears.

Cause there\'s another chance, as someday soon
Shining like the Alabama moon
She\'s lookin\' for the promised land
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham

It\'s 3am and Virgil\'s passed out on the sofa,
A fifth of Jim Beam on the floor.
She\'s packed her bags,
She slips the keys out of his pocket,
She\'s careful not to slam the door.
And as she drives, she rubs a rosary
She\'s never been so all alone,
She\'s never felt so free.
She got miles to go,
Blind faith and hope.

Cause there\'s another chance, someday soon,
Shining like the Alabama moon.
She\'s lookin\' for the promised land
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham.

As the rain falls down upon the interstate,
Any doubts she had are all but washed away.
A long look back at Birmingham.

Cause there\'s another chance, someday soon,
Shining like the Alabama moon.
She\'s lookin\' for the promised land
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham

Another chance, as someday soon
Shining like the Alabama moon.
She\'s lookin\' for the promised land
Out beyond the lights of Birmingham.