East Alabama

Learned to shoot where they dammed up the river

Buried the farm back before my time

And now there's nothin' left from a young boy's memory

But a flag stop and a five and dime

Daddy Jack, he liked a cold Coca-Cola

Last request on his dyin' bed

You know that old boy lived to damn near a hundred

But I never did figure what was in his head

Oh, fare thee well, East Alabama

Did you leave, or did I let you go?

Was I meant to stay or made for the leavin'?

Either way, I think we'll never know

Brother Lihue, he played on the fiddle

And drove a mule back in '29

You know he died bleedin' on a farmhouse table

But he left the world with an easy mind

And Gerald Ray, you know he carried him a pistol

.22 revolver on his hip

In seven ought years in Tallapoosa County

And he never did once let the trigger slip

So fare thee well, East Alabama

Did you leave, or did I let you go?

Was I meant to stay or made for the leavin'?

Either way, I think we'll never know

Kin folk in a hardpan graveyard

Up in the cut off of Dudleyville Road

The only soil I could say that I come from

But ain't nowhere I can go back home

Learned to shoot where they dammed up the river

Buried the farm back before my time

So fare thee well, East Alabama

Did you leave, or did I let you go?

Was I meant to stay or made for the leavin'?

Either way, I think we'll never know

Oh, fare thee well, East Alabama

Did you leave, or did I let you go?

Was I meant to stay or made for the leavin'?

Either way, I think we'll never know