All In Alabama - Hank Williams Jr.

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

But 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

Yeah, 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