[Verse]

Sunsets over cotton fields of gold,

Mama's voice, a story often told.

Daddy's guitar pluckin' soft and slow,

Summer nights where fireflies glow.

[Verse 2]

Porch swings swayin', creakin' in the breeze,

Laughter echoing through the tall pine trees.

Barefoot walks along a dusty road,

Dreams are carried by the songs we've sowed.

[Chorus]

Isn't Alabama home, wherever you may roam?

Where the heartstrings tie you back, to places that you know.

Isn't Alabama home when the days have lost their glow?

Just a memory away, in the fields where we would grow.

[Verse 3]

Church bells ringin' on a Sunday morn,

Fields of clover where our love was born.

Grandpa's stories 'bout the days gone by,

Underneath the southern sky.

[Verse 4]

Hometown diner serves a piece of pie,

Neighbors wave as we pass on by.

The simple life, the stories that we share,

In a place beyond compare.

[Chorus]

Isn't Alabama home, wherever you may roam?

Where the heartstrings tie you back, to places that you know.

Isn't Alabama home when the days have lost their glow?

Just a memory away, in the fields where we would grow.