All In Alabama
I just had to show 'em i didn't need 'em and so i headed out west to see some old friends of mine.
I thought if i'd climb up ole ajax mountain maybe that would help me get it all off my mind.
I made it up to the top, picked out a clear spot. i thought a whole lot about the rest of my life.
I had no idea then soon it would nearly end up on this mountainside i would nearly die.
And there all in alabama and there all in dixieland.
God i'm dieing here in montana please lord, just want to go back to hold her hand just let me get back to my old homeland.
They said i'd never sing again i learned alot about my friends 'cause when your shot down and out you don't get many calls
But i saw some tears in some eyes and soon my poor old mother would die i nearly lost it all when i lost my grandpa.
But you could find us all in alabama yeah we're all down in dixieland
I didn't die out in montana no lord you let me get back to my own homeland and i'm gonna hold on to her hand.
I done a whole searching a whole lot of hurtin' before i finally found my road in life
You got to say things you want to say go on and do things your own way you can climb any old mountain once you make up your mind
And i made mine in alabama and i found mine down in dixieland
I didn't die out in montana no lord you let me get back to my ole homeland and i'm gonna hold on to her hand.
Writer/s: Hank Williams, Jr.