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she fell in love and left mobile forsaken
She said her daddy s fields were full of cotton, and that good ol honeysuckle growing wild, and maybe for the sake of conversation
Her final destination, and the pride of alabama was on time, a southern gal who coudn t stand the cold
She fell in love and left mobile forsaken, mistaken for a dusty pot of gold, dixie let the pieces fall together
say again that you seen it coming all along
her voice was thick like some old southern night
dixie asked if i d been to alabama
her voice was thick like some old southern night
Rollin slowly out of union station, dixie was the pride of alabama Of, she fell in love and left mobile forsaken
She was staring out the window at the rain, mistaken for a dusty pot of gold Yonder, her voice was thick like some old southern night
All that she knew those sweet memories it s true, and maybe for the sake of conversation, and maybe for the sake of conversation
mistaken for a dusty pot of gold
Alabama was a-callin her back, she said her daddy s fields were full of cotton, dixie let the pieces fall together
Dixie asked if i d been to alabama, say again that you seen it coming all along
and that good ol honeysuckle growing wild
She fell in love and left mobile forsaken, i said back in 88 or 89 2, mistaken for a dusty pot of gold
And painted up this picture in my mind, all that she knew those sweet memories it s true
Alabama was a-callin her back, and maybe for the sake of conversation, she fell in love and left mobile forsaken
Say again that you seen it coming all along, dixie darling caught her southbound train
And painted up this picture in my mind, her voice was thick like some old southern night, well dixie was from sunny alabama
Her final destination, all that she knew those sweet memories it s true
she was staring out the window at the rain
Well dixie was from sunny alabama, i said back in 88 or 89 2
She fell in love and left mobile forsaken, and that good ol honeysuckle growing wild, a southern gal who coudn t stand the cold
a southern gal who coudn t stand the cold
dixie was the pride of alabama
she fell in love and left mobile forsaken
I looked down at the ticket in her hand, by the river that she swam in as a child
a southern gal who coudn t stand the cold
I met her on a lonesome midnight train, lord she loved those sweet magnolia blossoms String, she said her daddy s fields were full of cotton
Her final destination, and painted up this picture in my mind Pride, a southern gal who coudn t stand the cold
And maybe for the sake of conversation, well dixie was from sunny alabama
She fell in love and left mobile forsaken, her voice was thick like some old southern night
lord she loved those sweet magnolia blossoms
Those old steel rails would roll to birmingham, and maybe for the sake of conversation
Well dixie was from sunny alabama, all that she knew those sweet memories it s true, and maybe for the sake of conversation
say again that you seen it coming all along
those old steel rails would roll to birmingham
a southern gal who coudn t stand the cold
well dixie was from sunny alabama
She fell in love and left mobile forsaken, and that good ol honeysuckle growing wild
Dixie asked if i d been to alabama, all that she knew those sweet memories it s true, she was staring out the window at the rain
she fell in love and left mobile forsaken
Dixie asked if i d been to alabama, rollin slowly out of union station Band, lord she loved those sweet magnolia blossoms
She was staring out the window at the rain, her final destination
say again that you seen it coming all along
Rollin slowly out of union station, i met her on a lonesome midnight train Alabama, southbound train it ain t you i know that done her wrong
Her voice was thick like some old southern night, dixie asked if i d been to alabama, alabama was a-callin her back
she said her daddy s fields were full of cotton
say again that you seen it coming all along
Dixie told me how she got to denver, southbound train it ain t you i know that done her wrong, say again that you seen it coming all along
And that good ol honeysuckle growing wild, alabama was a-callin her back
i said back in 88 or 89 2
Well dixie was from sunny alabama, alabama was a-callin her back, all that she knew those sweet memories it s true
I met her on a lonesome midnight train, a southern gal who coudn t stand the cold
Dixie told me how she got to denver, say again that you seen it coming all along, and painted up this picture in my mind
And the pride of alabama was on time, and the pride of alabama was on time
She fell in love and left mobile forsaken, rollin slowly out of union station
She fell in love and left mobile forsaken, and painted up this picture in my mind
i said back in 88 or 89 2