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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
were born to brave this tilted world
With our hearts laid on the line
Be it way-crossed boy or red dirt girl
The song becomes the traveling kind

There
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
played
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
in the dirt uhhh huhh
After the Fall
And Remember how all the
fantasies worked
Little flags in front of the tract homes
by the church
It's
played

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
So much time I spent with you now
Now all that's left are tears from falling off your bed
Marks made by your sleeping head
Lipstick from a drunken
the reddleman
He come selling that dirt that stain your soul
Saying this don't hurt anyone at all
Just sink your eyes into little girl lost
But don't waste your
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'
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
down

Sometimes I wish I lived on a mountain
Drank from a stream
Instead of a fountain
I'd stay there, on top of the world
But I was born a red dirt girl
played

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
and smooth

JoJo Mark tried to bust my groove
Ahh, I hate that
Had a big fanny not like Annie
Gave her the 24 letter and some candy, ah ah

Ay yo Red
the blood is red

I gotcha

Race
Race

Check it

Three seats over there's a lady black
Entrusted to her care is a little white girl
And the fact
Down where I was born was heaven on earth
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
We raised
My daddy was an honest man just a red dirt Georgia farm boy
My mama spent her young life raisin' kids and bailin' hay
Now I was just fifteen when I
With your fist marks on her face
Your buddies all stood by
They bet their
Fortunes and their fame
That she was out of line
And you were not to blame

Six
At the playground!  Ya know!
Ok... I guess you know by now.
Big smash moves.
Pants inside out.

[Mark]
Into the Mizzark, chillin' in the pizzark.
I got a break,
taste of a broken heart
There were good times, there were tears
But every red dirt memory left a mark
Like the words written there in red
Like the streets
Ain't nothin too loose or locked too tight for a man like me
I might take it slow, 30 through town
But on a back dirt road
Girl, I put the hammer down
Staring at your legs on the leather of my
Red Camaro

Pulling off on the side of the dirt road
So many things that we know, but we don't know
Discovering
dirt at me
I walked outside as they hurled dirt at me

Went to visit Helen by St. Helen's Park
That place used to frighten me now all I can see
Was
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

A young gypsy fell out in a slumber
Heading north with a driver he knew
Someone he'd lived with and trusted
A young
The girl next door, you know?
Man
I don't know what to do
Say it wasn't you
Alright

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl
Small flowers crack concrete
Narcotic squads sweep through poet dens
Spilling coffee, grabbing 15-yr-old runaway girls
By frazzled ponytail ed