Me and my best friend lillian
and her blue tick hound dog gideon,
sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
singin every song the radio played
waitin for the alabama sun to go down
two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
me and lillian
just across the line and a little southeast of meridian.
She loved her brother i remember back when
he was fixin up a and'49 indian
he told her and'little sister, gonna ride the wind
up around the moon and back againandquot;
he never got farther than vietnam,
i was standin there with her when the telegram come
for lillian.
now heand's lyin somewhere about a million miles from meridian.
she said thereand's not much hope for a red dirt girl
somewhere out there is a great big world
thats where iand'm bound
and the stars might fall on alabama
but one of these days iand'm gonna swing
my hammer down
away from this red dirt town
iand'm gonna make a joyful sound
She grew up tall and she grew up thin
buried that old dog gideon
by a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
got in trouble with a boy from town
figured that she might as well settle down
so she dug right in
across a red dirt line just a little south east from meridian
She tried hard to love him but it never did take
it was just another way for the heart to break
so she dug right in.
but one thing they donand't tell you about the blues
when you got em
you keep on falling cause there ainand't no bottom
there ainand't know end.
at least not for lillian
Nobody knows when she started her skid,
she was only 27 and she had five kids.
couldaand' been the whiskey,
coulda been the pills,
coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.
but there wonand't be a mention in the news of the world
about the life and the death of a red dirt girl
names lillian
who never got any farther across the line than meridian.
Now the stars still fall on alabama
tonight she finally laid
that hammer down
without a sound
in the red dirt ground
