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[GABE STILLMAN, "ALABAMA WILDFLOWERS"] (SINGING) Back under the Sunshine of the Southern interstate.

Tuscaloosa, Alabama, all the way from Centre County, PA.

The weather is so fine, and the girls are out everywhere.

Last night, I met a woman, a Southern angel with curly red hair.

I'll be back on the road for 15 hours.

I never want to leave those Alabama wildflowers.

Down in Alabama, I love the way the women speak.

Every word is a song, and all of the melodies are swayed.

With a roof so nice and natural, I can't help but dance along.

And even when I leave, I know I'll still be dancing all along.

Like a worm going slipping in and out of the dirt, I'm digging down deeper for those Alabama wildflowers.

Well, like I can be buzzing through the midnight air.

I'm searching for that honey, and I can find it there.

And I'll go ahead in the morning.

Well I don't even care, because Alabama flowers are blooming everywhere [playing guitar riff] Walking by the crystal water of the Gulf Coast shores.

Mobile, Alabama, big city, bright lights, and so much more.

And I'm staring at this woman.

I don't ever want to look away.

Because Alabama's got me, y'all, and this time I think I'm going to stay.

I won't find the way like this song did.

I can't stay away from those Alabama wildflowers.

Oh no.

Alabama wildflowers.

You know, I do love things here at home in Pennsylvania too though.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

We're up here in Penn State.

Oh, home of the Nittany Lions, y'all.

And you know we are.

Know we are.

Ah.

Oh, I remember going to football games and seeing all the pretty ladies.

Damn.

Oh, and Penn State wins, and Beaver Stadium goes wild.

Beaver Stadium wildflowers.

Oh, I just want to express myself for one moment, now.

Hey.

[playing guitar riff]