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Alabama

The Louvin Brothers

Tragic Songs of Life

1956

born
Alabama your hills and your valleys your creeks sing with laughter as onward they flow
Alabama so sweet in the springtime sweet ferns and wild

Alabama earth
Alabama earth
Alabama earth, red red dirt
Alabama earth, red red dirt

I roll around on the Alabama ground, and I'm redder than a red

Alabama

Charlie Louvin

Back When We Were Young [Single]

2010

born
Alabama your hills and your valleys your creeks sing with laughter as onward they flow
Alabama so sweet in the springtime sweet ferns and wild

I'm an outdoor kind of a man
And I really love the land
From the mountains of Montana
To the Alabama sand
I don't care much about TV 'cause
There's

him 
Not me, no not me -- I aint no boxer 
A not me, a no not me 

Now I'm down in Alabama where they say you were 
Oh Alabama 
Where they dance all

the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time
I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips
Brought her over to the other side
A little deep south

Not Me

The Orlons

Rock-O-Rama, Vol. 2

1972

him
Not me, no not me - I aint no boxer
A not me, a no not me

Now he's down in Alabama where they say you were
Oh Alabama
Where they dance all

race
Busche beer my medicine 
Copenhagen let's pack a lip
Then let's go cow tip
Roll tide, roll tide, roll tide, roll tide 
Sweet Alabama and my bitch,

Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland Delight (hey)
That's how we do, how we do, fancy like

Ooh
Fancy like, ooh
Fancy like, ooh
Fancy like, ooh, yeah

Oh, I

a "Thunder Road" to make the wheels roll down the highway
Yeah, we all need a "Sweet Home Alabama" when you wanna play air guitar
A little "Lean on Me" when

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

In Search of Freedom

1968

today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words

Gadsden, Alabama

My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids

I like it when you plant
Those jellybon lips on me
And when you flash that smile
I know what it means

You ain't the kind of girl
To lead me one then

And an ice cold beer in my solo cup
Wish I had a honkytonk to call my own
Small town livin' in my family home
Alabama, Kentucky or Tennessee
I ain't country

check, girl, I got you
Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight
Ayy, that's how we do,

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight
Ayy, that's how we do,

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight
Ayy, that's how we do,

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight
Ayy, that's how we do,

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight
Ayy, that's how we do,

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight
Ayy, that's how we do,

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight
Ayy, that's how we do,

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam
Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home
Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight
Ayy, that's how we do,

blow your mind show you something new
Everything your Alabama girls don't do
In Atlanta
I'll be everything you dream of
Imma take you to Atlanta
Imma