Bellowhead - Roll Alabama lyrics
[Bellowhead - Roll Alabama lyrics]
When the Alabama's keel was laid
Roll, Alabama, roll
She was laid in the yard of Jonathon Laird
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
She was laid in the yard of Jonathon Laird
Roll, Alabama, roll
She was laid in the town of Birkenhead
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Roll, Alabama, roll
She was laid in the town of Birkenhead
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Down Mersey Channel she sailed then
Roll, Alabama, roll
And Liverpool gave her guns and men
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
And for Mersey Channel she set forth
Roll, Alabama, roll
To destroy the commerce of the north
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Roll, Alabama, roll
To destroy the commerce of the north
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Into Cherbourg harbour she sailed one day
Roll, Alabama, roll
To collect her share of the prize money
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
And many a sailor met his doom
Roll, Alabama, roll
When the Yankee ship hove into view
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Roll, Alabama, roll
When the Yankee ship hove into view
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
A shot from the forward pivot that day
Roll, Alabama, roll
Blew the Alabama's steering gear away
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Of the three mile limit in '64
Roll, Alabama, roll
She sank to the bottom of the ocean floor
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Roll, Alabama, roll
She sank to the bottom of the ocean floor
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Roll, Alabama, roll
She was laid in the yard of Jonathon Laird
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
She was laid in the yard of Jonathon Laird
Roll, Alabama, roll
She was laid in the town of Birkenhead
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Roll, Alabama, roll
She was laid in the town of Birkenhead
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Down Mersey Channel she sailed then
Roll, Alabama, roll
And Liverpool gave her guns and men
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
And for Mersey Channel she set forth
Roll, Alabama, roll
To destroy the commerce of the north
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Roll, Alabama, roll
To destroy the commerce of the north
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Into Cherbourg harbour she sailed one day
Roll, Alabama, roll
To collect her share of the prize money
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
And many a sailor met his doom
Roll, Alabama, roll
When the Yankee ship hove into view
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Roll, Alabama, roll
When the Yankee ship hove into view
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
A shot from the forward pivot that day
Roll, Alabama, roll
Blew the Alabama's steering gear away
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Of the three mile limit in '64
Roll, Alabama, roll
She sank to the bottom of the ocean floor
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Roll, Alabama, roll
She sank to the bottom of the ocean floor
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Oh roll, Alabama, roll
Oh roll, Alabama, roll