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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Knopfler
Guitar
Emmylou Harris
Vocals
Glenn Worf
Bass
Guy Fletcher
Keyboards
Matt Rollings
Keyboards
Richard Bennett
Guitar
Danny Cummings
Drums
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emmylou Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guy Fletcher
Producer
Dave Dixon
Recording Engineer
Richard Cooper
Assistant Recording Engineer
Graham Meek
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sitting on the front porch, cooling in the shade
Singing every song the radio played
Waiting for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town, me and Lillian
Just across the line
And a little southeast of meridian
She loved her brother, I remember back when
He was fixing up a '49 Indian
He told her, "Little sister, gonna ride the wind
Up around the moon and back again"
Never got farther than Vietnam
I was standing there with her when the telegram come, for Lillian
Now he's lying somewhere
About a million miles from meridian
Said there's not much hope for a red dirt girl
Somewhere out there is the great big world
That's where I'm bound
And the stars might fall on Alabama
But one of these days I'm gonna swing my hammer down
Away from this red dirt town
Gonna make a joyful sound
She grew up tall and she grew up thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush at the back of the yard
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
Got in trouble with a boy from town
Figured that she might as well settle down
So she dug right in
Across a red dirt line
Just a little Southeast of meridian
Yeah, she tried hard to love him but it never did take
It was just another way for the heart to break
So she learned to bend
One thing they don't tell you 'bout the blues when you got 'em
Keep on falling 'cause there ain't no bottom, there ain't no end
Least not for Lillian
Nobody knows when she started her skid
She was only 27 and she had five kids
Coulda been the whiskey, coulda been the pills
Coulda been the dreams she was trying to kill
But there won't be a mention in the news of the world
'Bout the life and the death of a red dirt girl named Lillian
Could never got any further
Across the line than meridian
Now the stars still fall on Alabama
Tonight she finally laid that hammer down
Without a sound
In the red dirt ground
Thank you
Written by: Emmylou Harris