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My earrings are heavy despite how high they hang up. And my headband’s telling everyone my name St.
Yea, Alabama! It’s a Saturday in the South. You can hear the sausages sizzle as they set on the grill. You can hear the fizz of the carbonation as someone cracks open another cold one.
On December 14, 1819, Alabama Breathed itself beautiful Alabama rocked itself into beauty like “sweet tea time” on a front porch A rocking chair, a square wooden table Was all that was needed
Look before you leap That's what my mother used to say to me
tired of giving in not standing, she made a stand never forget Rosa