Alabama Stone Songtext
von The Castellows
Alabama Stone Songtext
She was born on the border of a red-clay river
Some place south of Chickasaw
Where the cotton grew high and the stars free fall
The world stands still while the copperheads crawl
Car parts in the yard and the weeds overgrown
But Daddy built that house on Alabama stone
On that solid rock she stands
All other ground is sinking sand
But you can′t ever get too far gone
When your roots run deep through Alabama stone
She liked to say she'd get out someday
Maybe make it to Mobile
But she met a man just good enough
To make her stop turnin′ those wheels
Now she cleans the kitchen and he's never home
So she stares at her hand, at that Alabama stone
On that solid rock she stands
All other ground is sinking sand
But you can't ever get too far gone
When your roots run deep through Alabama stone
Ooh, through Alabama stone
Fresh pile of dirt and a fake red rose
They carved her name, last one in a row
Under that solid rock she lies
Too old to dream, too young to die
But you can′t ever get too far gone
When your roots run deep through Alabama stone
On that solid rock she stands
All other ground is sinking sand
But you can′t ever get too far gone
When your roots run deep through Alabama stone
Ooh, ooh, through Alabama stone
Ooh, ooh, through Alabama stone
Some place south of Chickasaw
Where the cotton grew high and the stars free fall
The world stands still while the copperheads crawl
Car parts in the yard and the weeds overgrown
But Daddy built that house on Alabama stone
On that solid rock she stands
All other ground is sinking sand
But you can′t ever get too far gone
When your roots run deep through Alabama stone
She liked to say she'd get out someday
Maybe make it to Mobile
But she met a man just good enough
To make her stop turnin′ those wheels
Now she cleans the kitchen and he's never home
So she stares at her hand, at that Alabama stone
On that solid rock she stands
All other ground is sinking sand
But you can't ever get too far gone
When your roots run deep through Alabama stone
Ooh, through Alabama stone
Fresh pile of dirt and a fake red rose
They carved her name, last one in a row
Under that solid rock she lies
Too old to dream, too young to die
But you can′t ever get too far gone
When your roots run deep through Alabama stone
On that solid rock she stands
All other ground is sinking sand
But you can′t ever get too far gone
When your roots run deep through Alabama stone
Ooh, ooh, through Alabama stone
Ooh, ooh, through Alabama stone
Writer(s): Eleanor Michael Balkcom, Josh Dorr, Lillian Balkcom, Caroline Mackinlay Watkins, Constance Powell Balkcom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com