(written by shelby lynee and bill botrell)

Heaven knows this aint no margaret mitchell
Where the oak trees meet the pines
I know it might sound kinda simple
Oh but its mine oh its mine

Thought I heard a logman cuttin timber
Down the mississippi line
Im up the old tombigbee river
High as the pines, all the time

Elegamment les batos passant
Ben on la flota vec du van
All Im trying to say is im
Never far away from
Alabama frame of mind

Jubilation risin on the bayou
Celebration in the wind
Father pat gives benediction
Cross the coden bridge again

Crickets spreadin rumors by the shoreline
With the lonesome lady whine
Crab trap full of nothin
Im high as the tide, all the time