I was walking home from school on a cold winter's day Took a shortcut through the woods and I lost my way It was getting late and I was scared and alone
Life ain't all that easy I can testify to that It's been up and down and round and round to get to where I'm at If you could see how I'm living in this
off to hard riding cowboys Riding some where tonight Hats off to hard riding cowboys Wanted, dead or alive Charlie ran the devil out of Georgia Skynyrd sang sweet home Alabam
(Roger Murrah/Scott Anders) We didn't know that times were lean Around our home the grass was green It didn't seem like things were all that bad I bet
(Dave Loggins) Roll On Roll on highway, roll on along Roll on daddy till you get back home Roll on family, roll on crew Roll on momma like I asked
t often seen socially People think we've got something to hide. But all our friends know we're just a little old fashioned She and I Oh ain't that great
(Bob McDill) Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again Cotton on
Before we ever made the headlines Or toured the concert halls We survived our share of barrooms Stared at many motel walls The years in Carolina And
Wisper to me softly, breathe words upon my skin. No one's near and listening, so please, don't say goodbye. Just hold me close and love me, press your
I was born across the river In the mountains where I call home. Lord, times were good there. Don't know why I ever roamed Oh, Tennessee River and a
There are people in this country who work hard every day Not for fame or fortune do they strive But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their
Oh, play me some mountain music Like grandma and grandpa used to play Then I'll float on down the river To a Cajun hideaway Drift away like Tom Sawyer
I saw you star-ing at each other I saw your eyes be-gin to glow And I could tell you once were lov-er's You ain't hidding nothing I don't know There
Why lady why can't I leave you alone I try lady try but the feeling's too strong You stay on my mind feel just like a fool Why lady why can't I get over
(Tim DuBois/Jim Hurt) I once thought of love as a prison A place I didn't want to be So long ago I made a decision To be footloose and fancy free But
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
(John Schweers/Byron Hill) Clear creeks and cool mountain mornin's. Honest work out in the fields. Cornbread in my momma's kitchen. Daddy saying grace
We could walk away now, call it over and done Say we fought the good fight and nobody won Say we're both better off that worst came to worst So we didn
