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My Soul's In Alabam
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Song of the south, song of Home
folk americana
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Singer-Songwriter with a Folkish vein of music
Born James Chapman Polhemus in Stuttgart Germany and brought up in the deep south (now residing in Hoover, AL), Chapmans insights into the development of a Folk Songwriter are unique. Whether it's the journey of a human trotting across the prairie, the epic life of a tree, the loneliness one needs to combat garden gnomes or a view of war through the eyes of a 4 year old boy; Chapman's songs are honest and simple. Three things stand out when he describes his music 1. The Inspiration for the Song: "A writer is not necessarily the one that shouts 'Hear Me!' (that's the performer talking) , but the one that listens and seems to whisper 'I heard you'." 2. Responsibility for the Song: "Just write what haunts you. If the song is good, the genre doesn't matter! Choosing among frames for artwork has never been my passion, that's for the talented producers & cover artists" 3. Reason for Writing the Song: "After having written my first song at the age of 12, I have finally found so many decades later the exact reasons I write songs. I write to remember. Once I have learned either a complex idea that I think is important to answer back to life, or a humorous perspective I want to recall to bring some levity to the insanity, I make a song out of it... selfish as it may seem I do it for me so this is why I share it and welcome everyone to the therapy session I call a 'Live Performance'. I write so the things I've learned become personal mantras instead of ending up lost like so many raindrops in an ocean. And, just maybe they'll shed a little light on what is to be expected from this seemingly insignificant species called human"... Feel free to record and/or rearrange these songs yourself....the more interpretations the merrier. Just like the shareware days of old, try to remember the creator if the creation brings you good fortune
Song Info
Genre
Country Americana
Charts
#1,553 today Peak #66
#202 in subgenre Peak #9
Author
Chapman James
Rights
Polhemusic 2013
Uploaded
July 01, 2016
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.9 MB 192 kbps 4:18
Story behind the song
Coming home is like nothing else imaginable
Lyrics
She led me down foothill mountains to her streams Through forests wide and grand, Irish green I swam her rivers, slept in wiregrass meadowlands Woke up in a Gulf breeze on her snowy, linen sands She was born on the 2nd day when the floods moved out to sea To the Creeks she was Ekvnv [I-KUH-NUH] or Gadohi [GAH-DO-HI] to the Cherokee Some call her simple, but they flock to her like lambs She's the belle of the dreamers, the divine Miss Alabam... CHORUS: Oh my love I found you a thousand times I let this weary world take from me everything that's kind Oh my love you hold heaven in your hand My heart's down in dixie but, my soul's in Alabam... What ere she sows grows ever skyward, tall and strong Her rushing winds blow through me. They become my songs Her tears flow freely washing everything I am I'm in love with an angel and her name is Alabam... Rest your soul... in Alabama Gulf breeze blows... Wiregrass grows... Rest your soul... Copyright 2013 Polhemusic
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