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My Home´s In Alabama

Höfundur lags: Randy Owen og Teddy Gentry Flytjandi: Alabama Sent inn af: Anonymous

[C]Drinking was forbidden in my Christian country home
I learned to play the [C7]flattop on them [F]good ol' Gospel songs
Then I [A#]heard about the barrooms just a[G7]cross the Georgia line
Where a boy could make a living playing [C]guitar late at night


Had to learn about the ladies too young to understand
Why the young girls fall in [C7]love with the [F]boys in the band
When the [A#]boys turn to music the [G7]girls just turn away
To some other guitar picker in some [C]other late night place


Yeah I held on to my music I let the ladies walk away
Took my songs and dreams to [C7]Nashville and [F]then I moved on to L.A.
Up to [A#]New York City all [G7]across the USA
I´ve lost so much of me but there's [C]enough of me to say that

My [F]home's [G7]in Ala[C]bama no matter [Gm]where I lay my [C]head
My [F]home's in Ala[Em]bama southern [F]born and Southern [C]bred


What keeps me going I don't really know
Can't be the [C7]money the [F]Lord knows I'm always broke
Could it [A#]be the satisfaction of [G7]being understood
When the people really love you and let [C]you know when it's good


Oh I'll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please
I'm in the [C7]heart of Dixie [F]Dixie's in the heart of me
And some[A#]day when I make it when [G7]love finds a way

Somewhere high on Lookout Mountain
I'll just [C]smile with pride and say that


What keeps me going I don't really know
Can't be the [C7]money the [F]Lord knows I'm always broke
Could it [A#]be the satisfaction of [G7]being understood
When the people really love you and let [C]you know when it's good


Drinking 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 living playing 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 I moved on to L.A.
Up to New York City all across the USA
I´ve lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say that

My home's in Alabama no matter where I lay my head
My home's in Alabama southern born and Southern bred

What keeps me going I don't really know
Can't be the money the Lord knows I'm always broke
Could it be the satisfaction of being understood
When the people really love you and let you know when it's good

Oh 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

What keeps me going I don't really know
Can't be the money the Lord knows I'm always broke
Could it be the satisfaction of being understood
When the people really love you and let you know when it's good

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