| I said, «Mama don’t you worry
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| I’m getting by just fine out on the road
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| Yeah, tonight we played in Knoxville
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| And tomorrow night it’s back to Music Row
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| No, I don’t know when I’m comin' home
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| Montgomery seems so very far away"
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| She said, «Boy, it wouldn’t kill you now
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| To look out past the bright lights on that stage
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| 'Cause God put stars in Alabama
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| You just can’t find in Tennessee
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| The same ones are waiting on you
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| That taught you how to dream
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| I know there’s big names up in Nashville
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| And you’ll be one before too long
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| But God put stars in Alabama
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| To help you find your way back home
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| I hung up the phone and I could feel
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| The emptiness at 80 miles an hour
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| And I listened close and I could hear
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| My heart beating louder than the tires
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| This old bus was headed west
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| But my mind was drifting
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| Somewhere towards the south
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| And I closed my eyes and I could see
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| The bright lights shining clearly through the clouds
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| 'Cause God put stars in Alabama
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| You just can’t find in Tennessee
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| The same ones are waiting on you
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| That taught you how to dream
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| She said, «There's big names up in Nashville
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| And you’ll be one before too long
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| But God put stars in Alabama
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| To help you find your way back home
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| Yeah, there’s stars in Alabama
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| That just can’t wait 'til you get home |