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I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see 

Off the record he is hungry though he works hard in his Alabama country fair
I should think he'd
them ol' grey mules 

The farm grew to be a moneymaker 
And the house he lived in grew up room by room 
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
hard and I fell fast
If it wasn't for me it would've last
But the fool in me broke her heart
She tore out of town leaving all these parts
To Alabama
summertime in Northern Michigan

Splashing through the sand bar, talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in life like when and where
We didn't have no
I believe in.

Alabama soft-spoken blues again,
Alabama soft-spoken blues again.
Early morning fog is rolling in,
Time for leaving.

Alabama
land
Am
Walkin' down an alabama road

And he went by the name of william moore
Now what are you doing william moore
D g am
Why the letter in your
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
Mobile Alabama DJ 

Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabama
We hang out in a funky little bar 
They call it
old gray mules

The farm grew to be a money maker
And the house he lived in
Grew up room by room
The boy worked hard
But soon got tired of farmin'
By now in New York City
There's snow on the ground
And out in California
The sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis
Graceland's all in
sits in a lonely shack in Alabama with his baby in her arms
But she's not a bad girl...
I said, momma don't you worry
I'm gettin' by just fine out on the road

Yea tonight we play in Knoxville
And tomorrow night its back to music
through those Alabama pines.
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

I've been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year
as bad as he is 
Put him in the middle of Valley Forge  by himself  surrounded by the British  he can do nothing 

Mhm hmm hmm 
Take Martin Luther King
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
and handsome and know quite well by all
She’s the combination on the Wabash Cannonball

She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled in
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.

She
Misty sunrise in my hometown
Rows of cotton 'bout knee high
Mrs. Baker down the dirt road
Still got clothes out on the line

Irwin Nichols there
Misty sunrise in my hometown
Rows of cotton 'bout knee high
Mrs. Baker down the dirt road
Still got clothes out on the line

Irwin Nichols there