Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home

I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs

Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line

Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night



Had to learn about the ladies; too young to understand

why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band

When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away

to some other guitar picker in some other late night place



Yeah, I held on to my music; I let the ladies walk away

took my songs and dreams to Nashville and then on to L.A.

Up to New York City, all across the USA

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

My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred



What keeps me goin'? I don't really know.

can't be the money the Lord knows I'm always broke

could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood

when the people really love ya and let you know when it's good



Well I'll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please

I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me

and someday when I make it, when love finds a way

somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say that my



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