| Song | Red Dirt Girl |
| Artist | Emmylou Harris |
| Album | Live From Bonnaroo Music Festival 2003 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Me and my best friend Lillian | |
| And her blue tick hound dog Gideon | |
| Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade | |
| Singin' every song the radio played | |
| Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down | |
| Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town | |
| Me and Lillian | |
| Just across the line | |
| And a little southeast of Meridian | |
| She loved her brother I remember back when | |
| He was fixin' up a '49 Indian | |
| He told her, ‽Little sister, gonna ride the wind | |
| Up around the moon and back again" | |
| He never got farther than Vietnam | |
| I was standin' there with her | |
| When the telegram come for Lillian | |
| Now he's lyin' somewhere | |
| About a million miles from Meridian | |
| She said, ‽There's not much hope for a red dirt girl | |
| Somewhere out there is a great big world | |
| That's where I'm bound" | |
| "And the stars might fall on Alabama | |
| But one of these days I'm gonna swing | |
| My hammer down" | |
| Away from this red dirt town | |
| I'm gonna make a joyful sound | |
| She grew up tall and she grew up thin | |
| Buried that old dog Gideon | |
| By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard | |
| Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard | |
| Got in trouble with a boy from town | |
| Figured that she might as well settle down | |
| So she dug right in | |
| Across a red dirt line | |
| Just a little south east of Meridian | |
| Yes, she tried hard to love him | |
| But it never did take | |
| Just another way for the heart to break | |
| So she learned [Incomprehensible] | |
| One thing they don't tell you about the blues | |
| When you got 'em | |
| You keep on fallin' 'cause there ain't no bottom | |
| There ain't no end at least not for Lillian | |
| Nobody knows when she started her skid | |
| She was only 27 and she had five kids | |
| Could-a been the whiskey, could-a been the pills | |
| Could-a been the dream she was tryin' to kill | |
| But there won't be a mention in the new little world | |
| About the life and the death of a red dirt girl | |
| Named Lillian | |
| Who never got any farther | |
| Across the line than Meridian | |
| Now the stars still fall on Alabama | |
| Tonight she finally laid | |
| That hammer down without a sound | |
| In the red dirt ground |
| Me and my best friend Lillian | |
| And her blue tick hound dog Gideon | |
| Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade | |
| Singin' every song the radio played | |
| Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down | |
| Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town | |
| Me and Lillian | |
| Just across the line | |
| And a little southeast of Meridian | |
| She loved her brother I remember back when | |
| He was fixin' up a ' 49 Indian | |
| He told her, Little sister, gonna ride the wind | |
| Up around the moon and back again" | |
| He never got farther than Vietnam | |
| I was standin' there with her | |
| When the telegram come for Lillian | |
| Now he' s lyin' somewhere | |
| About a million miles from Meridian | |
| She said, There' s not much hope for a red dirt girl | |
| Somewhere out there is a great big world | |
| That' s where I' m bound" | |
| " And the stars might fall on Alabama | |
| But one of these days I' m gonna swing | |
| My hammer down" | |
| Away from this red dirt town | |
| I' m gonna make a joyful sound | |
| She grew up tall and she grew up thin | |
| Buried that old dog Gideon | |
| By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard | |
| Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard | |
| Got in trouble with a boy from town | |
| Figured that she might as well settle down | |
| So she dug right in | |
| Across a red dirt line | |
| Just a little south east of Meridian | |
| Yes, she tried hard to love him | |
| But it never did take | |
| Just another way for the heart to break | |
| So she learned Incomprehensible | |
| One thing they don' t tell you about the blues | |
| When you got ' em | |
| You keep on fallin' ' cause there ain' t no bottom | |
| There ain' t no end at least not for Lillian | |
| Nobody knows when she started her skid | |
| She was only 27 and she had five kids | |
| Coulda been the whiskey, coulda been the pills | |
| Coulda been the dream she was tryin' to kill | |
| But there won' t be a mention in the new little world | |
| About the life and the death of a red dirt girl | |
| Named Lillian | |
| Who never got any farther | |
| Across the line than Meridian | |
| Now the stars still fall on Alabama | |
| Tonight she finally laid | |
| That hammer down without a sound | |
| In the red dirt ground |
| Me and my best friend Lillian | |
| And her blue tick hound dog Gideon | |
| Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade | |
| Singin' every song the radio played | |
| Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down | |
| Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town | |
| Me and Lillian | |
| Just across the line | |
| And a little southeast of Meridian | |
| She loved her brother I remember back when | |
| He was fixin' up a ' 49 Indian | |
| He told her, Little sister, gonna ride the wind | |
| Up around the moon and back again" | |
| He never got farther than Vietnam | |
| I was standin' there with her | |
| When the telegram come for Lillian | |
| Now he' s lyin' somewhere | |
| About a million miles from Meridian | |
| She said, There' s not much hope for a red dirt girl | |
| Somewhere out there is a great big world | |
| That' s where I' m bound" | |
| " And the stars might fall on Alabama | |
| But one of these days I' m gonna swing | |
| My hammer down" | |
| Away from this red dirt town | |
| I' m gonna make a joyful sound | |
| She grew up tall and she grew up thin | |
| Buried that old dog Gideon | |
| By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard | |
| Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard | |
| Got in trouble with a boy from town | |
| Figured that she might as well settle down | |
| So she dug right in | |
| Across a red dirt line | |
| Just a little south east of Meridian | |
| Yes, she tried hard to love him | |
| But it never did take | |
| Just another way for the heart to break | |
| So she learned Incomprehensible | |
| One thing they don' t tell you about the blues | |
| When you got ' em | |
| You keep on fallin' ' cause there ain' t no bottom | |
| There ain' t no end at least not for Lillian | |
| Nobody knows when she started her skid | |
| She was only 27 and she had five kids | |
| Coulda been the whiskey, coulda been the pills | |
| Coulda been the dream she was tryin' to kill | |
| But there won' t be a mention in the new little world | |
| About the life and the death of a red dirt girl | |
| Named Lillian | |
| Who never got any farther | |
| Across the line than Meridian | |
| Now the stars still fall on Alabama | |
| Tonight she finally laid | |
| That hammer down without a sound | |
| In the red dirt ground |