Walk a little with me, won't you
Carry a bit of my song
I wanna tell a little story 'bout
The place where I was born
If I start slowin' down 'n' throw
In too many "you all's"
Won'tcha bear with me buddy as I think I'm feeling the call
Let me first off say that I don't
Know just what you heard
But I read a little 'bout it and I
Don't believe a word
So let's stroll to the kitchen
Where we'll start this meal from
Scratch
I smell something cookin' and I want right in that first batch
Corn bread, stock cars minor
League baseball too
Woods full of grizzlies where the
Alligators chomp on you
Alabama football, man, you gotta
Try it
Did I tell you my old man looks a
Little bit like Bear Bryant
We got candied yams, sunsets in
The fall
We got a minstrel preacher showman
He's a preachin' up a ball
We got state fairs, go-karts,
Crashing round in bumper cars
We got drunks getting drunker
While the sober get thrown out of
The bar
Front porch swing where you know
You know who you are
Hey Dad I can explain 'bout the
Stains in the back of the car
We gave you blues and jazz and
Country and western too
We oughta ask for 'em back after
What you put 'em through
We got lotsa rivers, lotsa fields
And streams
Maybe it ain't exactly heaven but
It's certainly part of my dreams
So you just walk a little with me,
Won't you carry a bit of my song
I wanna tell you a story 'bout the
Place where I was born
If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in
Too many "you all's"
Won't you bear with me honey as
I think I'm feeling the call