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'll get out someday Maybe make it to Mobile
But she met a man just good enough
To make her stop turning those wheels
Now she cleans the 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
Ooo,
ooo, ooo, ooo, through Alabama stone
Ash-powdered 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
But 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
Ooo,
ooo, ooo, ooo, through
Alabama stone
Ooo,
ooo, ooo, ooo,
through Alabama stone