The Band Perry "End Of Time" lyrics

End Of Time

Here I am standing firmAs the ground shakes beneath meI send you away with my own handI try and try to remember that for now it's for the betterBut there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing inAnd it feels like the beginning of the end

Well the Alabama moon fell from the skyAnd the sweet tea wells ran drySomewhere out there you're finding yourselfBut back home it's the end of time

I'm scared to deathPick up your phoneOutside I hear the bells ringingBringing ruin to all that we have ever knownPick up your phoneI need an answerCome home and call off disaster'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fallOh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall

Well the Alabama moon fell from the skyAnd the sweet tea wells ran drySomewhere out there you're finding yourselfBut back home it's the end of time

It's the end of timeIs it the end of all timeOr just the end of mine

Well all of the cotton died in the fieldsThe little babies cried the blue from their eyesSomewhere I'll bet you're living it upBut come home before the end

The Alabama moon fell from the skyAnd the sweet tea wells ran drySomewhere out there you're finding yourselfBut back home it's the end of time

Come home and be mineCome home, come home

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