"Around Muscle Shoals" — southern soul (porch ready!) from Nashville songwriter Greg Halvorson

Muscle Shoals, a magic place, a place of legend, where silence and simplicity, born of the soil, inspire music as deep as the mud and sky… Yes, the mud, the river, the wind… The sky is big and the land is small, and the porch is easy when the evening falls. 🙏

“Around Muscle Shoals” (*All rights reserved)

*They still grow cotton around Muscle Shoals
The cane down Dixie, it ever grows
The sky is big and the land is small,
and the porch is easy when the evening falls

Time goes slow on the river banks
Clouds drift by above the water tanks
Train comes through, traffic jam
Three cars deep and two "Gol’ damns"

Don’t Tread On Me the bumper says
They call us hicks, say our necks are red
But they don’t know and they never will,
the peace of Freedom in a Sunday grill

*They still grow cotton around Muscle Shoals
The cane down Dixie, it ever grows
The sky is big and the land is small
And the porch is easy when the evening falls

Tennessee River, Muscle Shoals
Alabama, Roll Tide Roll
We don’t play nor sing the blues
We live our songs, we bleed our tunes

*They still grow cotton around Muscle Shoals
The cane down Dixie, it ever grows
The sky is big and the land is small
And the porch is easy when the evening falls

Yeah, they still grow cotton around Muscle Shoals

~ Greg Halvorson, Nashville