This is where I'm from, this is where I'm found Where I learned to say "yes sir, and yes ma'm" Roll the windows down and out-stretch your hands I'm taking you down to my fathers land Down where the waters run Deep in the Alabama brush Trying our hand at love Just learning what we're made of Around here we're slow to anger, and quick to help But if you take it for granted, better watch yourself There ain't many seen the rough side of me Cause I keep myself in good company Down where the waters run Deep in the Alabama brush Trying our hand at love Just learning what we're made of Hold onto me real tight As we ride down the pine tree line Make it up as we go along Learning what we're made of Now some say it ain't that much to see But this here's the home of the younger me Way down where the waters run Deep in the Alabama brush Trying our hand at love Just learning what we're made of So hold onto me real tight As we ride down the pine tree line Make it up as we go along Learning what we're made of We're just learning what we're made of Just learning what we're made of We're just learning what we're made of