"Alabama Sampler" lyrics - HOME FREE

Play me some mountain music
Like grandmaw and grandpaw use to play
And I'll float on down the river
To a kitchen hide away

Clear creeks and cold mountain mornings
Honest work out in the fields
Corn bread in my mama's kitchen
Daddy sayin' grace before the meal
Family ties run deep in this land
And I'm never very far from what I am
I was born country
And that's what I'll always be
Like the rivers and the woodlands
Wild and free (running wild and free)
I got a hundred years of down home
Running through my blood
I was born country and this country's what I love
I was born country

I'm in a hurry
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why

If you're gonna play in Texas
You gotta have a fiddle in the band
That lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man
So rosin up that bow for fated love and let's all dance
If you're gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band

White tail buck deer, munchin' on clover
Red tail hawk, sittin' on a rail
Chubby ol groundhog, croakin' bullfrog
Free as a feeling in the wind
Lucky as a seven, livin in Heaven
Yeah with my dixieland delight
Spend my dollar
Parked in a holler 'neath the mountain moonlight
Hold her up tight (hold her up tight)
Make a little lovin'
A little turtle dovin' on a Mason Dixon night
Fits my life (fits my life)
Oh so right (oh so right)
My dixieland delight

Oh I believe, there are angels among us
Sent down to us from somewhere up above
They come to you and me, in our darkest hours
To show us how to live
To teach us how to give
To guide us with a light of love
To guide us with a light of love