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