| I’ll write your name, across the sky
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| And take away the stars, cause you light up the night
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| Feel as high as the moon
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| When you’re here with me
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| That’s why I’m gonna write your name
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| For the world to see
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| Another old man on the porch with the bottle
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| Wind blows and the old rockin' chair wobbles
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| He’s just the wavin', everybody’s welcome
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| All he can say about the youth is Lord help 'em
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| Got a couple grand babies, but they never call though
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| Left him in the south and they moved to Chicago
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| Wife’s in heaven and, hes saying ever since
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| Vietnam life’s been hard as a veteran
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| Simple life, just a six pack, yeah ice cold
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| Across the Georgia line for a ticket for the lotto
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| Probably never see his name in the headlines
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| But if I had a plane, I’d put it in the sky
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| Alabama
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| She’s in love, yeah, Friends call her crazy
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| Met him at a party, they started dating
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| Daddy’s little angel, Momma’s little lady
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| Only 16 now Brenda’s got a baby
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| She can’t afford to, drop out of high school
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| Jimmy’s not a man and he can’t provide you
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| He doesn’t want to, but you keep it anyhow
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| Nine months down the road, what you gonna' do now
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| Go to the food stamp office and apply
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| You can find a job, it’ll help you get by
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| And you made it when you didn’t know how
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| Now that’s a real star put her name in the clouds
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| Alabama
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| You may never be on television or be the one
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| Your boss at work loves givin' you employee of the month
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| May never be the first string on a championship team
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| You may be the star the world just hasn’t seen
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| But that don’t make you any less of a star to God
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| Being rich is only realising it’s all a facade
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| You’re richer than you think in that old small town
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| Cause people like you make the world go round
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| Alabama |