Lyrics
you keep on falling cause there ain t no bottom
Tonight she finally laid, by a crepe myrtle bush at the back of the yard
There ain t no end, she grew up tall and she grew up thin Red, she was only 27 and she had five kids
singin every song the radio played
Just across the line, my hammer down Red, figured that she might as well settle down
It was just another way for the heart to break, away from this red dirt town
So she dug right in, one thing they don t tell you about the blues
just across the line
Just a little southeast of meridian, her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
He never got farther than vietnam, singin every song the radio played
but there won t be a mention in the news of the world
By a crepe myrtle bush at the back of the yard, she was only 27 and she had five kids
up around the moon and back again.
He was fixin up a 49 indian, across a red dirt line
Now the stars still fall on alabama, me and my best friend lillian, singin every song the radio played
And her blue tick hound dog gideon, coulda been the pills
Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill, got in trouble with a boy from town
he never got farther than vietnam
She said there s not much hope for a red dirt girl, got in trouble with a boy from town
He was fixin up a 49 indian, she grew up tall and she grew up thin
coulda been the dream she was trying to kill
Who never got any further, who never got any further
one of these days i m gonna swing
