Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go lame. Tuesday I start twitching, Wednesday I'm insane. Thursday I lay dying, 星期天我年轻，狂野，星期一我去跛脚。周二，我开始抽搐，周三我疯了。周四我弥留之际，

Friday I'm quite dead. Saturday I get carried away by things better left unsaid. But heaven ain't no place, brother, and 周五我很死。周六我得到的东西说反而更好冲昏头脑。但上天是不是没有地方，兄弟，

love ain't no word sister. And prison ain't no building made of iron bars and stone. You can seek the rhyme and reason, 爱是不无字的妹妹。而监狱里是不是没有建设取得的铁棍和石头。您可以寻求规律与意义，

but in the realm of the unknown you won't catch no true reflections in that "Alabama Chrome." For there's mountains you 但在未知的领域，你不会赶上没有真正的反思说：“阿拉巴马州的Chrome浏览器。 ”对于有山，你

will scale with ease, yet molehills where you stumble. Sins you so regret and yet other sins that you enjoy. Harps can beg 将缩放自如，但在这里你跌倒苍蝇说成大象。的罪你这么后悔和你享受另一些罪。竖琴可以求

forgiveness, and the guitars can scream pain, but the contradictions are larger than any language can explain. For in the 宽恕，而吉他可以尖叫的痛苦，但矛盾大于任何语言可以解释。在

secret territory where the preachers come to steal the jewel of your heart, for they have no treasure of their own, there 秘密领地里的传道人来偷你的心脏的宝石，因为他们没有珍惜自己，有

lies a sacred window, in your hand the perfect stone. You'd throw it, but you arms are bound 'round with that "Alabama 躺着一个神圣的窗口，在你的手的完美石头。你会扔掉它，但你的武器是绑定轮与“阿拉巴马

Chrome." The heat it is withering, humidity smothering. Strip of silver tape, a sly lie covering dent in the side of the Chrome浏览器。 “这是枯萎的热量，湿度窒息。条银带的，狡黠的谎言中的侧面覆盖凹痕

redneck ride. Going deep for the Crimson Tide. Yeah! Gonna bump to the thump of the Selma slammer. Wanna jump up and down 乡下人的旅程。坚持深入的​​赤色风暴。是啊！会磕碰到塞尔玛地狱的打击。想跳上跳下

like a wack jackhammer. Sing a little 'Sweet Home Alabama' - Jimmy gimme wink like a big flimflammer. Bone tired and so 就像一个怪人电钻。唱一点点“阿拉巴马甜蜜的家” - 吉米给我眼色就像一个大flimflammer 。骨累了，所以

weary of treating truth as a lie, I been hunkered down in the bunker of some fools alibi. Squint harder you will see the 疲惫的治疗真理的谎言，我一直在一些傻瓜托辞沙坑放低了姿态。眯着眼睛更难，你会看到

slim tether of the saints. It's whipping wild in the hurricane of all that is and all that ain't. 'Cause there's angels in 圣徒的苗条系绳。它鞭打野生一切是飓风和所有，是不是。 “原因有天使

the shed mother and spiders in the bed brother and ghosts inside my head father, no I am not alone. My mind is teeth 棚的母亲和弟弟的床和鬼我的脑袋里面的父亲蜘蛛，没有我并不孤单。我的心是牙齿

without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone. My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that god damn "Alabama 没有嘴，我的想法是骨髓无骨。我的眼睛被千层那该死的“阿拉巴马盲

Chrome." Chrome浏览器。 “