Redneck, Alabama
She never liked the way that Alabama clay
Would cling when it stuck to her bare feet
One more heavy burden, tellin her for certain
Shes in Redneck, Alabama on a dead end street
Raised up like an outcast heard em whisper white trash
But words alone she knows dont make it so
Memries will remind her they could have all been kinder
But in Redneck, Alabama thats the way it goes
In Redneck, Alabama
Theres no sweet home memories
When youre sixteen and pretty
All you know is you gotta leave
And theres a man in a Cadillac
With a hundred dollar bill
Out of Redneck, Alabama
The roads all run uphill
She tucks that hundred dollar bill into her dimestore purse
Leaves yesterday behind and prays tomorrow wont be worse
Songwriters Lonnie Ratliff Erin Hay
Okie Acres Music BMI
Contact LonnieRatliffgmail.com