| Drinking was forbidden in my Christian country home
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| I learned to play the flattop on them good old Gospel songs
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| Then I heard about the bar rooms just across the Georgia line
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| Where a boy could make a living playing 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, I let the ladies walk away
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| Took my songs and dreams to Nashville then I moved on to L. A
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| Up to New York City all across the USA
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| I lost so much of me but there’s enough of me to say that my
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| 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 going 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 being 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 just 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 that my
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| 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 |