Lyrics

Alabama, Alabama, it's hard to leave again / It feels so good to be back home here among my friends / And your red dirt and your white sands and your blue bayous / Have made me who I am today and now I'm wondering what's the use / In leaving because frankly I've come to understand / You can wander away from Perdido Bay but the bay sticks with a man

Alabama, Alabama, it's hard to leave you again / It feels so good to be back home here among my friends / Where the Cove's the same, hell it never changes, hope it never will / Let 'em build their bridges and sell their souls, it'll be here still / 'Cause it's lived through more than one hurricane, it even outlived old Paul / It'll outlive me, if I have my way, it'll outlive us all

Alabama, Alabama, I hate to leave you again / It's felt so good to be back home here among my friends / And it's goodbye but really "see you later," I never stay away long / I can't resist your guitar picking and all those great old songs / So I'm headed out but I promise you this, I'll be back one of these days / One day I'll be back to stay in an Alabama red dirt grave / Yeah I'm headed out but I promise you this, I'll be back one of these days / Some day I'll be back to stay in an Alabama red dirt grave

Copyright 2001, Colin Black