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 livin' playin' 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 on to L.A.
 Up to New York City, all across the USA
 I lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say (that my)

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

 What keeps me goin'? I don't really know.
 can't be the money the Lord knows I'm always broke
 could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood
 when the people really love ya and let you know when it's good

 Well 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 my

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