The Wood Brothers - Alabaster

^C7 On the outskirts of Birmingham ^G7 He dreams of a traffic jam In Ma^C7nhattan ^G7 Below the city in a subway car ^C7 She feels just like a shooting star ^G7 Never thought she could get so far Fro^C7m her old man

^G7 The last phonebooth in New York City Rin^C7ging all day, calling somebody home ^G7 She doesn't answer, she walks faster ^C7 She won't be going back to Alab^G7aster She won't be going back ^C7 She won't be going back to Alabaster

^G7 Thousand miles away, she still feels it ^C7 Scrape of his chin, bruise on her spirit ^G7 Phone is calling but she won't get near it ^C7 Ever again ^G7 Steps on the gas just to harness the anger ^C7 Last thing he do is try to understand her ^G7 Stuck in time like a fly in the amber ^C7 And he never transcends

^G7 The last phonebooth in New York City Rin^C7ging all day, calling somebody home ^G7 She doesn't answer, she walks faster ^C7 She won't be going back to Alab^G7aster She won't be going back (yeah) ^C7 She won't be going back to Alabaster

N.C.

Time passes, distance grows wider

N.C.

Dark features brighter and brighter

N.C.

She's got a new heart beating inside her

N.C.

And she's her own master

N.C.

She won't be going back (she's her own master)

N.C.

She won't be going back (she's her own master)

^G7 The last phonebooth in New York City Rin^C7ging all day, calling somebody home ^G7 She doesn't answer, she walks faster ^{C7 G7} The last phonebooth in New York City Rin^C7ging all day, calling somebody home ^G7 She doesn't answer, she walks faster ^C7 She won't be going back to Alab^G7aster She won't be going back ^C7 She won't be going back to Alab^G7aster She won't be going back ^C7 She won't be going back to Alab^G7aster She wont' be going back ^C7 She won't be going back to Alab^G7aster She wont' be going back