Biography:
Brent Cobb (born in Americus, Georgia) is an American country music singer-songwriter.
If the love of music can follow a bloodline then you could say that writer & recording artist Brent Cobb was born to be a musician. In fact, so many members of Brent’s extended family have musical ability that he can’t really name them all. Music was not only in his blood, it was played and heard in his home as a child and in the homes of most of his relatives throughout his youth.
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
E
Well, I didn't know him best
A
He'd say we were friends
B E
We both rode the highways on the song
E A
So I'm writing this one here in memory of him
B E
'Cause the King of Alabama has gone home
[Verse 2]
E
He was a man among men, the old-school kind
A
Had a great big heart, a laid-back mind
B
Let you hold his guitar if you broke his string
A B
If you thought he looked country, outta heard him sing
[Verse 3]
E
From Alabama 'cross the Rio Grande
A
He beat the blacktop down with a five-piece band
B
Not because he loved it - he did that too -
A B
But he did it man 'cause that's what he was born to do
[Chorus 1]
C#m G#m
Some people calculate moves
A E
He never had a thing to prove
C#m G#m A E
He just let the wind take him where it may
F#m
It's a damn shame the way things go
G#m
It's too bad we have to lose the good folks
A G#m F#m B E |A
But the King of Alabama has gone home
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[Verse 4]
E A
"Nothin' good ever happens after midnight," so the story goes
B A B
You can't trust nobody, it don't matter how close
E A
It was a friend that took him from his family
B
I keep his chain in my pocket, his son in my prayers
A B
Every stage I'm on, I can feel him there
[Chorus 1]
C#m G#m
Some people calculate moves
A E
He never had a thing to prove
C#m G#m A E
He just let the wind take him where it may
F#m
It's a damn shame the way things go
G#m
It's too bad we have to lose the good folks
A F#m B
But the King of Alabama has gone home
[Solo]
|C#m |G#m |A G#m F#m |A G#m F#m
|A B F#m |B
[Chorus 2]
C#m G#m
Some people calculate moves
A E
He never had a thing to prove
C#m G#m A E
He just let the wind take him where it may
C#m G#m
Honky tonks would trip
A E
Get a guitar and beg him to pick
C# G#m A E
Let the old tunes posses you and play
F#m
It's a damn shame the way things go
G#m
It's too bad we have to lose the good folks
A G#m F#m
But the King of Alabama
A G#m F#m
The King of Alabama
A G#m F#m B E B A
The King of Alabama has gone home
|E |A |E |A |E |A
|E |A
[Verse 1]
E
Well, I didn't know him best
A
He'd say we were friends
B E
We both rode the highways on the song
E A
So I'm writing this one here in memory of him
B E
'Cause the King of Alabama has gone home
[Verse 2]
E
He was a man among men, the old-school kind
A
Had a great big heart, a laid-back mind
B
Let you hold his guitar if you broke his string
A B
If you thought he looked country, outta heard him sing
[Verse 3]
E
From Alabama 'cross the Rio Grande
A
He beat the blacktop down with a five-piece band
B
Not because he loved it - he did that too -
A B
But he did it man 'cause that's what he was born to do
[Chorus 1]
C#m G#m
Some people calculate moves
A E
He never had a thing to prove
C#m G#m A E
He just let the wind take him where it may
F#m
It's a damn shame the way things go
G#m
It's too bad we have to lose the good folks
A G#m F#m B E |A
But the King of Alabama has gone home
|E |A
[Verse 4]
E A
"Nothin' good ever happens after midnight," so the story goes
B A B
You can't trust nobody, it don't matter how close
E A
It was a friend that took him from his family
B
I keep his chain in my pocket, his son in my prayers
A B
Every stage I'm on, I can feel him there
[Chorus 1]
C#m G#m
Some people calculate moves
A E
He never had a thing to prove
C#m G#m A E
He just let the wind take him where it may
F#m
It's a damn shame the way things go
G#m
It's too bad we have to lose the good folks
A F#m B
But the King of Alabama has gone home
[Solo]
|C#m |G#m |A G#m F#m |A G#m F#m
|A B F#m |B
[Chorus 2]
C#m G#m
Some people calculate moves
A E
He never had a thing to prove
C#m G#m A E
He just let the wind take him where it may
C#m G#m
Honky tonks would trip
A E
Get a guitar and beg him to pick
C# G#m A E
Let the old tunes posses you and play
F#m
It's a damn shame the way things go
G#m
It's too bad we have to lose the good folks
A G#m F#m
But the King of Alabama
A G#m F#m
The King of Alabama
A G#m F#m B E B A
The King of Alabama has gone home
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