Verse 1 Where the Florida line meets Alabama sand, There’s a weathered old bar with a cold one in your hand, Gulf wind blowing through an open door, Bare feet dancing on a sawdust floor. Boats tied up and the sun sinking low, A six-string playing something everybody knows, You can come from anywhere, but once you arrive, You’re somewhere between a good time and paradise. Chorus Down at the Flora-Bama, where the state lines fade, Salt in the air and a cold drink raised, Sweet home Alabama meets that Florida blue, A little bit of both coming straight at you. From the beach to the bar when the daylight’s gone, Somebody’s always singing another song. Yeah, heaven might be closer than we think it is— Somewhere down at the Flora-Bama like this. Verse 2 There’s an old boy laughing with a sunburned face, A girl from Georgia found her favorite place, Locals at the bar and tourists rolling in, By closing time they’re all old friends. You can hear the Gulf rolling just outside, Feel that warm south wind coming in with the tide, No velvet ropes, no need to pretend, Just pull up a chair and let the night begin. Chorus Down at the Flora-Bama, where the state lines fade, Salt in the air and a cold drink raised, Sweet home Alabama meets that Florida blue, A little bit of both coming straight at you. From the beach to the bar when the daylight’s gone, Somebody’s always singing another song. Yeah, heaven might be closer than we think it is— Somewhere down at the Flora-Bama like this. Bridge One foot in Florida, one in Alabama, Sun going down like a red bandana, Gulf on the breeze, guitar in the air, Ain’t too many worries gonna follow you there. Leave Monday morning for another day, Tonight we’re right where we wanna stay. Final Chorus At the Flora-Bama, where the state lines fade, Raise ’em up high for the memories made, Sweet home Alabama, that Florida blue, Two sides of the line with one hell of a view. Let the waves keep rolling and the band play on, We’ll worry ’bout tomorrow when tomorrow comes. If heaven’s got a shoreline, I know where it is— Somewhere down at the Flora-Bama like this. Outro Yeah, one foot in Florida, one in Alabama, Meet me where they come together— Down at the Flora-Bama.
