One night I went to town and met a girl from Alabama.
In her eyes I saw the sadness she had seen life.
I found out she had spent some wasted years in old Chicago.
Had a hundred men or more, but never as a wife.
She was going home to start her life in Alabama.
Where she had been and why, God only knows.
But I loved that girl, and I begged her just to stay with me in Nashville
And I called that girl my Alabama Rose.
The days turned into weeks and I was sure she'd learned to love me.
But sometimes late at night, I'd lay and listen to her cry.
The sun came up one morning and my Rose as not beside me.
I got that feeling like you wanna die.
Now I wonder if she ever made it back to Alabama.
Where she is, and why, God only knows.
She must know, no matter where she goes, my dreams go with her.
Cause I still love you, Alabama Rose.
Yes, I still love you, Alabama Rose.