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'd get out some day
Maybe make it to Mobile
But she met a man just good enough
To make her stop turning those wheels
Now she claims a 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
Through Alabama stone

Fresh pile of dirt 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
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
Ooh, ooh
Through Alabama stone
Ooh, ooh
Through Alabama stone