Song | My Home's In Alabama - Single Edit |
Artist | Alabama |
Album | Platinum & Gold Collection |
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Lyrics:Randy Owen/Teddy Gentry Music:Randy Owen/Teddy Gentry | |
Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home | |
I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs | |
Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line | |
Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night | |
Had to learn about the ladies; too young to understand | |
why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band | |
When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away | |
to some other guitar picker in some other late night place | |
Yeah, I held on to my music; I let the ladies walk away | |
took my songs and dreams to Nashville and then on to L.A. | |
Up to New York City, all across the USA | |
I lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say (that my) | |
Chorus: | |
..home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head | |
My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred | |
What keeps me goin'? I don't really know. | |
can't be the money the Lord knows I'm always broke | |
could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood | |
when the people really love ya and let you know when it's good | |
Well I'll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please | |
I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me | |
and someday when I make it, when love finds a way | |
somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say that my | |
Chorus |
Lyrics: Randy Owen Teddy Gentry Music: Randy Owen Teddy Gentry | |
Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home | |
I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs | |
Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line | |
Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night | |
Had to learn about the ladies too young to understand | |
why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band | |
When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away | |
to some other guitar picker in some other late night place | |
Yeah, I held on to my music I let the ladies walk away | |
took my songs and dreams to Nashville and then on to L. A. | |
Up to New York City, all across the USA | |
I lost so much of me but there' s enough of me to say that my | |
Chorus: | |
.. home' s in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head | |
My home' s in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred | |
What keeps me goin'? I don' t really know. | |
can' t be the money the Lord knows I' m always broke | |
could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood | |
when the people really love ya and let you know when it' s good | |
Well I' ll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please | |
I' m in the heart of Dixie, Dixie' s in the heart of me | |
and someday when I make it, when love finds a way | |
somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I' ll just smile with pride and say that my | |
Chorus |
Lyrics: Randy Owen Teddy Gentry Music: Randy Owen Teddy Gentry | |
Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home | |
I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs | |
Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line | |
Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night | |
Had to learn about the ladies too young to understand | |
why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band | |
When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away | |
to some other guitar picker in some other late night place | |
Yeah, I held on to my music I let the ladies walk away | |
took my songs and dreams to Nashville and then on to L. A. | |
Up to New York City, all across the USA | |
I lost so much of me but there' s enough of me to say that my | |
Chorus: | |
.. home' s in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head | |
My home' s in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred | |
What keeps me goin'? I don' t really know. | |
can' t be the money the Lord knows I' m always broke | |
could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood | |
when the people really love ya and let you know when it' s good | |
Well I' ll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please | |
I' m in the heart of Dixie, Dixie' s in the heart of me | |
and someday when I make it, when love finds a way | |
somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I' ll just smile with pride and say that my | |
Chorus |