Alabama Child

Alabama Child

About a half an hours drive south of Muscle Shoals
Two bedroom trailer down Witt Store Road
Me and Grandmaw Hacker used to pass the time
Pickin make believe ticks
Drinkin soaky leaky lye

Uncle Bobby ran Big Bear up in the hills
Bootleg whisky from a moonshine still
Got off the school bus one day to find
The whole place surrounded by the FBI

Chorus
The years have come
And the years have gone
But the Roots run deep
And the bonds are strong
To say we were country is puttin it mild
I'm a La grange mountain
Franklin county Alabama child

Round an upright piano mama taught us to sing
The rose in three part harmony
She bought it for my sisters they were learnin to play
Didn't have the money but she found a way

Daddy was a hell raiser from the word go
Wasn’t too often that his soft side showed
One afternoon he hollered come outside
There stood a purple bicycle then he taught me how to ride

Chorus
The years have come
And the years have gone
But the roots run deep
The bonds are strong
To say we were country is puttin it mild
I'm a La Grange mountain
Franklin county Alabama child

Honky-tonk nights log-wood days
Picking on the porch while the weeping willow swayed
Working in the garden shelling peas in the shade
Didn’t know enough to know we had it made

The old homeplace is a long time gone
Everything‘s grown-up everybody’s moved on
But once in a blue moon I take a little ride
Down memory lane out by the county line

Chorus
The years have come
And the years have gone
But the roots run deep
The bonds are strong
To say we were country is puttin it mild
Im a La Grange mountain
Franklin county Alabama child