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Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home |
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I learned to play the flattop on 'em good old gospel songs |
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Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line |
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Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night |
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Had to learn about the ladies too young to understand |
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Why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band |
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When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away |
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To some other guitar picker in some other late night place |
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Yeah, held on to my music, let the ladies walk away |
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Took my songs and dreams to Nashville and then on to L.A |
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Up to New York city, all across the USA |
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I've lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say |
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That my home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head |
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My home's in Alabama, southern born and southern bred |
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What keeps me goin' I don't really know |
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Can't be the money Lord knows I'm always broke |
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Could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood |
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When the people really love you and let you know when it's good |
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Oh, I'll speak my southern English as natural as I please |
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I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me |
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And someday when I make it, when love finds a way |
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Somewhere high on lookout mountain I'll just smile with pride and say |
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That my home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head |
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My home's in Alabama, southern born and southern bred |
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Southern born and southern bred, southern born and southern bred |
