Heaven knows this ain't no Margaret Mitchell

where the oak trees meet the pines

I know it might sound kinda simple

oh but it's mine oh it's mine



Thought I heard a logman cuttin' timber

down the Mississippi line

I'm up the old Tombigbee river

high as the pines, all the time



Elegamment les batos passant

ben on la flota vec du van

all I'm trying to say is I'm

never far away from

Alabama frame of mind



Jubilation risin' on the bayou

celebration in the wind

Father Pat gives benediction

cross the Coden bridge again



Crickets spreadin' rumors by the shoreline

with the lonesome lady whine

crab trap full of nothin

I'm high as the tide, all the time