Alabama 3 - Way Beyond The Blues (Feat. Steve Finnerty)

Every sundown
You make the break
By the time you hit the border
You're back in chains
Your jailer's laughin'
As you complain
You were born to run
What about the great escape
In the courtyard
There is no breeze
And there ain't no bluebirds
In the trees
On your knees you
Pray for sweet release
You pray for fortitude
And godspeed
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
You hear the tollin'
Of the bell
Are you in heaven
Are you in hell
The saints came marchin'
And you fell
Were you pushed
Did you stumble
Who could tell
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
All your women
Weepin' at your grave
Six black horses
To carry a safe
You were once a king
Now you're a slave
Too late to pray
They lock the gate
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
Sing it now
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
Sing it now
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
Every sundown
You make the break
By the time you hit the border
You're back in chains
Your jailer's laughin'
As you complain
You were born to run
What about the great escape
In the courtyard
There is no breeze
And there ain't no bluebirds
In the trees
On your knees you
Pray for sweet release
You pray for fortitude
And godspeed
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
You hear the tollin'
Of the bell
Are you in heaven
Are you in hell
The saints came marchin'
And you fell
Were you pushed
Did you stumble
Who could tell
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
All your women
Weepin' at your grave
Six black horses
To carry a safe
You were once a king
Now you're a slave
Too late to pray
They lock the gate
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
Sing it now
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
Sing it now
When you got nothin' left to lose
When you're way beyond the blues
Right or wrong lord
You've got to choose
When you're way beyond the blues
ALABAMA 3 - SOULJA [Studio Rehearsal]

Alabama 3 performing 'SOULJA' from their, 'MOR' album, filmed in a studio rehearsal the day before the band set off on the 'MOR' tour. Film/edit: by ...

Alabama 3

Alabama 3