Yah, I lose once in a while
But I ain't numb to the deal
There's songs in the sand
Sweat in the fields
Momma grab my hand
Drag me down to the River
Make me one less man, no one else can understand
Been knocked down by the bankers and baggers
And the Allstars dealing with their golden hands
They say I made my stand
But I don't give a damn
I'm an Alabamian
I'm not a Union Man
It's getting harder to believe
Yah, I'm a son of my times
Momma I guess you know
I've been a low plains drifter
Picked at every shack from Richmond to Albany
Come back home after four years of a lost cause
With a broken amp, a guitar, and a pair of jeans
They say I made my stand
But I don't give a damn
I'm an Alabamian
I'm not a Union Man
There once was a war
In the sweet bye and bye
The hills are now green
But the shadows never die
Til my last breath
I'll be a stone cold resistor
To everything they try to pawn on me
Wrong or right, black angel
Sing through the crossroads
And lay me down with your sweet company
They say I made my stand
But I don't give a damn
I'm an Alabamian
I'm not a Union Man
I'm an Alabamian
I'm not a Union Man
I'm an Alabamian
I'm not a Union Man