Robert Couch,Elizabeth Kirchgatter and Friends

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Lord I've traveled on rocky roads
stumbled across bridges
that led me to nowhere
and only ate away my mind
thru the years, as I look back
I see a little three room shack
Mamma and Pappa working the fields
daylight to dark breaking their backs
and thru the tears I can clearly see
Mamma hugging and kissing me
as she told me with her soft words
My God took Pappa away
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Lord I got to wonder back
just to see that little shack
to think about old memories
that turn the pages of time back

Alabama, Bama, my Alabama Home
Memories that haunt me
and leave me cold as stone
Alabama, Bama, my Alabama Home
picking cotton in the fields of my Alabama Home
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Lord I got to wonder back
just to see that little shack
to think about old memories
that turn the pages of time back

There I'll stay to live my life away
and never more roam
picking cotton in the fields of my Alabama home

Alabama, Bama, my Alabama Home
Memories that haunt me
amd leave me cold as stone
Alabama, bama, my Alabama Home
picking cotton in the fields of my Alabama Home
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Songwriters: Couch, Kirchgatter
BMI-NASHVILLE, DSA, NSAI
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