Текст песни Alabama Rain - Jim Croce

Lazy days in mid-July
Country Sunday mornin'
Dusty haze on summer highways
Sweet magnolia callin'

But now and then I find myself thinkin' of the days
When we were walkin' in the Alabama rain

Drive in movies, Friday nights
Drinkin' beer and laughin'
Somehow things were always right
I just don't know what happened

But now and then I find myself thinkin' of the days
When we were walkin' in the Alabama rain

We were only kids, but then I never heard it said
That kids can't fall in love and feel the same
I can still remember the first time I told you I loved you

On a dusty mid-July
Country summer's evenin'
A weepin' willow sang its lullabies and shared our secrets

But now and then I find myself thinkin' of the days
That we were walkin' in the Alabama rain
Walkin' in the Alabama rain