All In Alabama

I just had to show 'em I didn't need ?em

And so I headed out west to see some old friends of mine

I thought if I'd climb up ole Ajax mountain

Maybe that would help me get it all off my mind

I made it up to the top, picked out a clear spot

I thought a whole lot about the rest of my life

I had no idea then soon it would nearly end up

On this mountainside I would nearly die

And there all in Alabama and there all in Dixieland

God, I'm dying here in Montana

Please Lord, just want to go back to hold her hand

Just let me get back to my old homeland

They said I'd never sing again

I learned a lot about my friends

'Cause when you?re shot down and out

You don't get many calls

But I saw some tears in some eyes

And soon my poor old mother would die

I nearly lost it all when I lost my Grandpa

But you could find us all in Alabama

Yeah, we're all down in Dixieland

I didn't die out in Montana

No, Lord, you let me get back to my own homeland

And I'm gonna hold on to her hand

I done a whole searching, a whole lot of hurtin'

Before I finally found my road in life

You got to say things you want to say

Go on and do things your own way

You can climb any old mountain

Once you make up your mind

And I made mine in Alabama

And I found mine down in Dixieland

I didn't die out in Montana

No, Lord, you let me get back to my ole homeland

And I'm gonna hold on to her hand