My Home's In Alabama - Single Edit

Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home
 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
 I had to learn about the ladies 'cause I was 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
 I took my song and dreams to Nashville and moved 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 home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head
 My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred
 (Are you Southern born and Southern bred?)
 (Don't it feel good? Yeah!)
 Well what keeps me goin'? I don't really know
 It ain't just the money, 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
 'Cause I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me
 And someday when I make it, when luck finds a way
 Somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say
 That my home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head (we love ya!)
 My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred
 Southern born and Southern bred
 Southern born and Southern bred
 Oh yeah!
 Woo!