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