All over Alabama, the lamps are out.Every leaf drenches the touch the spider's net is heavy. The roads lie there,with nothing to use them.The fields lie there,with nothing at work in them,neither man nor beast.The plow handles are wet,annd the rails and the frogplates and the weedz betwen the ties and not even the hurryings and hoars sorrows of a distant train,on other roads,is heard.