All In Alabama

I just had to show 'em I didn't need 'em And so I headed out West to see some old friends of mine I thought if I'd climb up Ole Ajax mountain Maybe that would help me get it all off my mind I made it up to the top, picked out a clear spot I thought a whole lot about the rest of my life I had no idea then soon it would nearly end Up on this mountain side I would nearly die Chorus: And they're a-a-a-l-l-l in Alabama And they're a-a-a-l-l-l in Dixieland God I'm dying here in Montana, please Lord I just wanna go back to hold her hand Just let me get back to my old homeland They said I'd never sing again I learned alot about my friends 'Cause when you're shot down and out You don't get many calls But I saw some tears in some eyes Soon my poor old mother would die I nearly lost it all When I lost my grandpa Chorus chords: But you can find us all in Alabama Yeah, we're all down in Dixie Land I didn't die out in Montana....no Lord You let me get back to my old homeland And I'm gonna hold on to her hand I've done a whole lot of searchin' A whole lot of hurtin' Before I finally found My road in life You gotta say things you wanna say Go on and do things your own way You can climb any old mountain Once you make up your mind Chorus chords: And I made mine in Alabama And I found mine down in Dixie Land I didn't die out in Montana...no Lord You let me get back to my 'ole homeland And I'm gonna hold on to her hand