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 ole 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   I thought a whole lot about the rest of my life   I had no idea then soon it would nearly end up   On this mountainside I would nearly die      And there all in Alabama and there all in Dixieland   God, I'm dying here in Montana   Please Lord, just want 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   And soon my poor old mother would die   I nearly lost it all when I lost my Grandpa      But you could 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 own homeland   And I'm gonna hold on to her hand      I done a whole searching, a whole lot of hurtin'   Before I finally found my road in life   You got to say things you want to say   Go on and do things your own way   You can climb any old mountain   Once you make up your mind      And 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 ole homeland   And I'm gonna hold on to her hand