Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home
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I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs
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Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line
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Where a boy could make a livin' playin' 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, I held on to my music; I let the ladies walk away
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Took my songs and dreams to Nashville and then 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 goin'? I don't really know.
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Can't be the money the Lord knows I'm always broke
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Could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood
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When the people really love ya and let you know when it's good
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Well 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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My Home's in Alabama [live/#]
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