Hank Williams Jr. - All in Alabama lyrics
Hank Williams Jr. [Randall Hank Williams] Shreveport, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hank Williams Jr. - All in Alabama lyrics]
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 old 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 they're all in Alabama and
They're all in Dixieland
God, I'm dying here in Montana, please Lord
I 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 a lot about my friends
'Cause when you're shot down and out
You don't get many calls
I saw some tears in some eyes
Soon my poor old mother would die
I nearly lost it all when I lost my grandpa
But you can find us all in Alabama
We're all down in Dixieland
I didn't die out in Montana, no Lord
You let me get back to my old homeland
And I'm gonna hold on to her hand
I've done a whole lot of searchin'
A whole lot of hurtin'
Before I finally found my road in life
You gotta say things you wanna say
Go on and do things your own way
And you can climb any old mountain
Once you make up your mind
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 old homeland
And I'm gonna hold on to her hand
And so I headed out west to
See some old friends of mine
I thought if I'd climb up old 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 they're all in Alabama and
They're all in Dixieland
God, I'm dying here in Montana, please Lord
I 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 a lot about my friends
'Cause when you're shot down and out
You don't get many calls
I saw some tears in some eyes
Soon my poor old mother would die
I nearly lost it all when I lost my grandpa
But you can find us all in Alabama
We're all down in Dixieland
I didn't die out in Montana, no Lord
You let me get back to my old homeland
And I'm gonna hold on to her hand
I've done a whole lot of searchin'
A whole lot of hurtin'
Before I finally found my road in life
You gotta say things you wanna say
Go on and do things your own way
And you can climb any old mountain
Once you make up your mind
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 old homeland
And I'm gonna hold on to her hand