| Song | All in Alabama |
| Artist | Hank Williams, Jr. |
| Album | Habits Old and New |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Williams | |
| I just had to show 'em | |
| I didn't need 'em. | |
| And so I headed out west to see some old friends of mine. | |
| I thought if I'd climb up old Ajax Mountain, | |
| Maybe that would help me get it all off my mind. | |
| I made it up to the top, | |
| Picked out a clear spot, | |
| I thought a whole lot | |
| About the rest of my life. | |
| I had no idea then, | |
| Soon it would nearly end. | |
| Up on this mountainside, | |
| I would nearly die. | |
| And they're all in Alabama. | |
| And they're all in Dixieland. | |
| God, I'm dying here in Montana, please Lord, | |
| I just want to go back to hold her hand. | |
| Just let me get back to my old homeland. | |
| They said I'd never sing again. | |
| I learned a lot about my friends. | |
| 'Cause when you're shot down and out, | |
| You don't get many calls. | |
| But I saw some tears in some eyes, | |
| Soon my poor old mother would die, | |
| I nearly lost it all, | |
| When I lost my grandpa. | |
| But you can find us all in Alabama. | |
| Yeah, we're all down in Dixieland. | |
| I didn't die out in Montana, no Lord. | |
| You let me get back to my old homeland, | |
| And I'm gonna hold on to her hand. | |
| I've done a whole lot of searchin' | |
| A whole lot of hurtin' | |
| Before I finally found my road in life. | |
| You gotta say things you wanna say. | |
| Go on and do things your own way. | |
| And you can climb any old mountain | |
| Once you make up your mind. | |
| I made mine in Alabama. | |
| And I found mine down in Dixieland. | |
| I didn't die out in Montana, no Lord. | |
| You let me get back to my old homeland. | |
| And I'm gonna hold on to her hand. |
| zuo ci : Williams | |
| I just had to show ' em | |
| I didn' t need ' em. | |
| And so I headed out west to see some old friends of mine. | |
| I thought if I' d climb up old Ajax Mountain, | |
| Maybe that would help me get it all off my mind. | |
| I made it up to the top, | |
| Picked out a clear spot, | |
| I thought a whole lot | |
| About the rest of my life. | |
| I had no idea then, | |
| Soon it would nearly end. | |
| Up on this mountainside, | |
| I would nearly die. | |
| And they' re all in Alabama. | |
| And they' re all in Dixieland. | |
| God, I' m dying here in Montana, please Lord, | |
| I just want to go back to hold her hand. | |
| Just let me get back to my old homeland. | |
| They said I' d never sing again. | |
| I learned a lot about my friends. | |
| ' Cause when you' re shot down and out, | |
| You don' t get many calls. | |
| But I saw some tears in some eyes, | |
| Soon my poor old mother would die, | |
| I nearly lost it all, | |
| When I lost my grandpa. | |
| But you can find us all in Alabama. | |
| Yeah, we' re all down in Dixieland. | |
| I didn' t die out in Montana, no Lord. | |
| You let me get back to my old homeland, | |
| And I' m gonna hold on to her hand. | |
| I' ve done a whole lot of searchin' | |
| A whole lot of hurtin' | |
| Before I finally found my road in life. | |
| You gotta say things you wanna say. | |
| Go on and do things your own way. | |
| And you can climb any old mountain | |
| Once you make up your mind. | |
| I made mine in Alabama. | |
| And I found mine down in Dixieland. | |
| I didn' t die out in Montana, no Lord. | |
| You let me get back to my old homeland. | |
| And I' m gonna hold on to her hand. |
| zuò cí : Williams | |
| I just had to show ' em | |
| I didn' t need ' em. | |
| And so I headed out west to see some old friends of mine. | |
| I thought if I' d climb up old Ajax Mountain, | |
| Maybe that would help me get it all off my mind. | |
| I made it up to the top, | |
| Picked out a clear spot, | |
| I thought a whole lot | |
| About the rest of my life. | |
| I had no idea then, | |
| Soon it would nearly end. | |
| Up on this mountainside, | |
| I would nearly die. | |
| And they' re all in Alabama. | |
| And they' re all in Dixieland. | |
| God, I' m dying here in Montana, please Lord, | |
| I just want to go back to hold her hand. | |
| Just let me get back to my old homeland. | |
| They said I' d never sing again. | |
| I learned a lot about my friends. | |
| ' Cause when you' re shot down and out, | |
| You don' t get many calls. | |
| But I saw some tears in some eyes, | |
| Soon my poor old mother would die, | |
| I nearly lost it all, | |
| When I lost my grandpa. | |
| But you can find us all in Alabama. | |
| Yeah, we' re all down in Dixieland. | |
| I didn' t die out in Montana, no Lord. | |
| You let me get back to my old homeland, | |
| And I' m gonna hold on to her hand. | |
| I' ve done a whole lot of searchin' | |
| A whole lot of hurtin' | |
| Before I finally found my road in life. | |
| You gotta say things you wanna say. | |
| Go on and do things your own way. | |
| And you can climb any old mountain | |
| Once you make up your mind. | |
| I made mine in Alabama. | |
| And I found mine down in Dixieland. | |
| I didn' t die out in Montana, no Lord. | |
| You let me get back to my old homeland. | |
| And I' m gonna hold on to her hand. |