Alabama Stone

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 some day

Maybe make it to Mobile

But she met a man just good enough

To make her stop turning those wheels

Now she claims a 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

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

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