歌曲 | All in Alabama |
歌手 | Hank Williams, Jr. |
专辑 | Habits Old and New |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Williams | |
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 old 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 mountainside, | |
I would nearly die. | |
And they're all in Alabama. | |
And they're all in Dixieland. | |
God, I'm dying here in Montana, please Lord, | |
I just want to go back to hold her hand. | |
Just let me get back to my old homeland. | |
They said I'd never sing again. | |
I learned a lot 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. | |
But you can find us all in Alabama. | |
Yeah, we're all down in Dixieland. | |
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. | |
And you can climb any old mountain | |
Once you make up your mind. | |
I made mine in Alabama. | |
And I found mine down in Dixieland. | |
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. |
zuo ci : Williams | |
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 old 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 mountainside, | |
I would nearly die. | |
And they' re all in Alabama. | |
And they' re all in Dixieland. | |
God, I' m dying here in Montana, please Lord, | |
I just want to go back to hold her hand. | |
Just let me get back to my old homeland. | |
They said I' d never sing again. | |
I learned a lot 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. | |
But you can find us all in Alabama. | |
Yeah, we' re all down in Dixieland. | |
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. | |
And you can climb any old mountain | |
Once you make up your mind. | |
I made mine in Alabama. | |
And I found mine down in Dixieland. | |
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. |
zuò cí : Williams | |
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 old 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 mountainside, | |
I would nearly die. | |
And they' re all in Alabama. | |
And they' re all in Dixieland. | |
God, I' m dying here in Montana, please Lord, | |
I just want to go back to hold her hand. | |
Just let me get back to my old homeland. | |
They said I' d never sing again. | |
I learned a lot 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. | |
But you can find us all in Alabama. | |
Yeah, we' re all down in Dixieland. | |
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. | |
And you can climb any old mountain | |
Once you make up your mind. | |
I made mine in Alabama. | |
And I found mine down in Dixieland. | |
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. |