| Me and my best friend Lillian
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| And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
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| Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
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| Singin every song the radio played
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| Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
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| Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
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| Me and Lillian
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| Just across the line
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| And a little southeast of Meridian.
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| She loved her brother I remember back when
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| He was fixin' up a '49 Indian
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| He told her 'Little sister, gonna ride the wind
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| Up around the moon and back again."
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| He never got farther than Vietnam,
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| I was standin there with her when the telegram come
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| For Lillian.
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| Now he’s lyin somewhere
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| About a million miles from Meridian.
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| She said there’s not much hope for a red dirt girl
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| Somewhere out there is the great big world
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| Thats where I’m bound
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| And the stars might fall on Alabama
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| One of these days I’m gonna swing
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| My hammer down
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| Away from this red dirt town
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| I’m gonna make a joyful sound.
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| She grew up tall and she grew up thin
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| Buried that old dog Gideon
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| By a crepe myrtle bush at the back of the yard,
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| Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
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| Got in trouble with a boy from town
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| Figured that she might as well settle down
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| So she dug right in
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| Across a red dirt line
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| Just a little southeast of Meridian
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| Yeah she tried hard to love him but it never did take
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| It was just another way for the heart to break
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| So she learned to bend.
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| One thing they don’t tell you about the blues
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| When you got 'em
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| You keep on falling cause there ain’t no bottom
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| There ain’t no end.
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| At least not for Lillian.
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| Nobody knows when she started her skid,
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| She was only 27 and she had five kids.
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| Coulda been the whiskey,
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| Coulda been the pills,
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| Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.
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| But there won’t be a mention in the news of the world
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| About the life and the death of a red dirt girl
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| Named Lillian
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| Who never got any further
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| Across the line than Meridian.
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| Now the stars still fall on Alabama
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| Tonight she finally laid
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| That hammer down
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| Without a sound
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| In the red dirt ground… |