Virgil Spencer's got a ninteen-inch Hitachi And many demons lingering Friday night he pulled a gun to change the channel Something 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 and a someday soon Shining like the Alabama moon She's looking for her promised land Out beyond the lights of Birmingham It's three a.m. and Virgil's passed out on the sofa A fifth of Jim Beam on the floor She's packed a bag she slips the keys out of his pocket She's careful not to slam the door And as she drives she rubs her rosary She's never been so all alone she's never felt so free She's got miles to go Blind faith and hope 'Cause there's another chance and a someday soon Shining like the Alabama moon She's looking for her 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 One long look back At Birmingham 'Cause there's another chance and a someday soon Shining like the Alabama moon She's looking for her promised land Out beyond the lights of Birmingham