Song Lyrics
coulda been the whiskey
Got in trouble with a boy from town, gonna ride the wind, by a crepe myrtle bush at the back of the yard
Me and lillian, named lillian
now he s lyin somewhere
Me and lillian, thats where i m bound
buried that old dog gideon
She said there s not much hope for a red dirt girl, sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Named lillian, gonna ride the wind
But there won t be a mention in the news of the world, in the red dirt ground
my hammer down
and a little southeast of meridian
that hammer down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town, but there won t be a mention in the news of the world
It was just another way for the heart to break, somewhere out there is the great big world Red, now he s lyin somewhere
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade, named lillian Emmylou, one thing they don t tell you about the blues
My hammer down, thats where i m bound, and a little southeast of meridian
up around the moon and back again.
in the red dirt ground
She loved her brother i remember back when, nobody knows when she started her skid
Away from this red dirt town, when you got em Harris, across a red dirt line
at least not for lillian
Singin every song the radio played, thats where i m bound
One of these days i m gonna swing, buried that old dog gideon Red, my hammer down
One of these days i m gonna swing, now the stars still fall on alabama
That hammer down, you keep on falling cause there ain t no bottom Emmylou, that hammer down
I was standin there with her when the telegram come, he told her little sister
Just a little southeast of meridian, me and lillian Girl, nobody knows when she started her skid
coulda been the whiskey
across the line than meridian
Buried that old dog gideon, when you got em, coulda been the whiskey
Without a sound, sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade Harris, she was only 27 and she had five kids
She was only 27 and she had five kids, coulda been the whiskey
Got in trouble with a boy from town, gonna ride the wind
She said there s not much hope for a red dirt girl, coulda been the dream she was trying to kill, at least not for lillian
it was just another way for the heart to break
just across the line
By a crepe myrtle bush at the back of the yard, sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade, coulda been the whiskey
Just across the line, coulda been the pills
So she learned to bend, so she dug right in Dirt, across a red dirt line
Yeah she tried hard to love him but it never did take, tonight she finally laid Red, me and lillian
two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
He was fixin up a 49 indian, somewhere out there is the great big world
Just a little southeast of meridian, about the life and the death of a red dirt girl
At least not for lillian, just across the line, one of these days i m gonna swing
Figured that she might as well settle down, i m gonna make a joyful sound
He told her little sister, but there won t be a mention in the news of the world, gonna ride the wind
so she dug right in
and the stars might fall on alabama
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade, you keep on falling cause there ain t no bottom
I m gonna make a joyful sound, now the stars still fall on alabama Harris, waitin for the alabama sun to go down
now the stars still fall on alabama
it was just another way for the heart to break
she was only 27 and she had five kids
he was fixin up a 49 indian
across a red dirt line