On a long gravel driveway
Cool wind in my hair
Dank smell of a chickenhouse
Rising up thru the air
Up ahead was a shanty
A decrepit old dump
The grass was high and the cars on blocks
I nearly tripped on a stump

As they stood in the doorway
I offered them my plea
"I was driving down the road
"When I spun out and slid into a tree"
So they asked me to come in
And they showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel Alabama
Such a country place ( such a country place )
For a change of pace
Sloppin' the hogs at the Hotel Alabama
Any time of day ( anytime of day )
You can play in hay

Cows are feeding in the pasture
The pigs, they play in the pen
A rooster keeps a very watchful eye
On all his hens
As I looked 'round the barnyard
Face drenched in sweat
I knew this was one place
I'd rather forget

As I pondered my quandry
She-e-e walked up to me (she said)
"You favor an old beau of mine from
Nineteen sixty-three"
That's when those voices were sayin', "Get far away"
Farmer's wife with a toothless grin
A redneck cliche, hey

Welcome to the Hotel Alabama
Such a country place ( such a country place )
Better bring your mace
They're milkin' th cows at the Hotel Alabama
Anytime of day ( anytime of day )

Rebel flag on the ceiling
Moon pies and RC's
And she said
"Country life is so relaxing here;
"Wouldn't you agree?"
And in the farmer's kitchen
We gathered for the feast
The menu called for filet-of-squirrel
Deep-fried in bacon grease

Last thing I remember I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the farmer, "sit down, prop up your feet
"And enjoy a heapin' helpin' of
"Some of that rodent meat"