Kevin Devine Alabama Acres lyrics

So there's hundreds of auburn Alabama acres
With rows of red roofs over warm farmers daughters
Who've got no intention of inviting me in
Space shines all above me so I settle myself under it

When I wake up I'm back in my crowded city apartment
Some random men doing work off in the kitchen
Stacking mattresses up now to the ceiling and down to the floor
My fathers sick in the hallway, I hear him whistling under the door

I rush to lift him but you all know I am weak
And you know that he is heavy
There's no blood in his cheeks
But he's smiling straight at me, I ask

The thickest of the workers
"Would you please come and help me out?"
He comes ambling over and says
"Sir, I love how your whistling sounds"


So now I drag him through the kitchen
To the living room and down on the carpet
He says, "Son, I'm embarrassed but the sides of my head hurt
I just know that I'm tired and I could surely use some rest"

I tear a mattress down for him and I say
"Here dad sleep some on this", I wake for real and it's over
I'm alone in acres and my dad is still dead
But if you underneath one of those rooftops

Look out your window and invite me on in
'Cause it's cold and I'm lonely and I could sure use a friend
Yeah, it's cold and I'm lonely and I could sure use a friend
It's cold and I'm lonely and I could sure use a friend, yeah