Alabama

My Home's in Alabama

Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country homeI learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songsThen I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia lineWhere a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at nightHad to learn about the ladies, too young to understandWhy the young girls fall in love with the boys in the bandWhen the boys turn to music, the girls just turn awayTo some other guitar picker in some other late night placeYeah, held on to my music, I let the ladies walk awayTook my songs and dreams to Nashville then I moved on to L.A.Up to New York City all across the USAI lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say that myHome's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my headMy home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bredWhat keeps me goin' I don't really knowCan't be the money Lord knows I'm always brokeCould it be the satisfaction of bein' understoodWhen the people really love ya and let you know when it's goodOh I'll speak my Southern English just as natural as I pleaseI'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of meAnd someday when I make it, when love finds a waySomewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say that myHome's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my headMy home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bredSouthern born and Southern bredSouthern born and Southern bredAnd my home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my headMy home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bredSouthern born and Southern bredSouthern born and Southern bred