We Stole The Moon - Alabama 3

The moon has left the garden

the river has run dry

look up at the mountain

the sun ain’t left the sky

Youwere living on honky chicken

with that private Dick downtown

Ain’t none of his investigating

could’ve turned your reputation around

They called you the loner

Weirder than the Wild West

When you tried to join the army

you couldn’t even pass the test

You started hanging out with me

Coz I had a little pot

Some High School Jock grassed

me up to your Daddy

And one day I got caught

I took care of business

When they set you free again

I was moving a mountain full of money

And the party never ended

We stole the moon

We stole the car

Never made it to heaven baby

Never got that far

I was playing poker

In that basement joint you worked

When some stoned and drunk undercover man

Put his hand right up your skirt

Why’d you take the pool cue

Lay that lawman on the floor

Left a hundred dollars in the tip jar

Walked right out the back door