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Me and my best friend Lillian 
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And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
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Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
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Singin every song the radio played
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Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
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Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
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Me and Lillian
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Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian. 
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She loved her brother I remember back when 
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He was fixin up a '49 Indian
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He told her "Little sister, gonna ride the wind
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Up around the moon and back again".
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He never got farther than Vietnam,
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I was standin' there with her when the telegram come
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For Lillian.
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Now he's lyin' somewhere about a million miles from Meridian.
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She said there's not much hope for a red dirt girl 
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Somewhere out there is a great big world
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That's where I'm bound
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And the stars might fall on Alabama
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But one of these days I'm gonna swing 
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My hammer down
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Away from this red dirt town
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I'm gonna make a joyful sound
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She grew up tall and she grew up thin
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Buried that old dog Gideon
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By a crepe myrtle bush at the back of the yard,
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Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
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   Got in trouble with a boy from town
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Figured that she might as well settle down
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So she dug right in
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Across a red dirt line just a little southeast of Meridian
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She tried hard to love him but it never did take
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It was just another way for the heart to break
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So she learned to bend. 
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But one thing they don't tell you about the blues when you got'em
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You keep on falling cause there ain't no bottom
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There ain't no end. 
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At least not for Lillian
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Nobody knows when she started her skid,
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She was only twenty seven and she had five kids.
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Could'a been the whiskey, could'a been the pills, 
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Could'a been the dream she was trying to kill.
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But there won't be a mention in the news of the world 
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About the life and the death of a red dirt girl
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Named Lillian
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Who never got any further across the line than Meridian.
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Now the stars still fall on Alabama
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Tonight she finally laid 
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That hammer down
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Without a sound
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In the red dirt ground
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