Lyrics:

I just had to show 'em, I didn't need 'em
And so I headed out west to see some old friends of mine
I thought if I'd climb up old Ajax Mountain
Maybe that would help me get it all off my mind
I made it up to the top, picked out a clear spot
And I thought a whole lot 'bout the rest of my life
I had no idea then, soon it would nearly end
Up on this mountainside, I would nearly die

And they're all in Alabama
And they're all in Dixieland
God, I'm dyin' here in Montana, please Lord
Just wanna to go back to hold her hand
Just let me get back to my old homeland

They said I'd never sing again
I learned a lot about my friends
'Cause when you're shot down and out
You don't get many calls
But I saw some tears in some eyes
Soon my poor old mother would die
And I nearly lost it all when I lost my grandpa

But you can find us all in Alabama
Yeah, we're all down in Dixieland
I didn't die out in Montana, no Lord
You let me get back to my old homeland
And I'm gonna hold on to her hand

I've done a whole lot of searchin'
A whole lot of hurtin'
Before I finally found my road in life
You gotta say things you wanna say
Go on and do things your own way
And you can climb any ol' mountain
Once you make up your mind

I made mine in Alabama
And I found mine down in Dixieland
I didn't die out in Montana, no Lord
You let me get back to my old homeland
And I'm gonna hold on to her hand