Introduction:
When Alabama took the stage in 1980 to perform “My Home’s in Alabama,” it wasn’t just a song — it was a heartfelt tribute. A tribute to red clay roads, front porch swings, and the quiet magic of small-town sunsets etched into the soul.
That night, Randy Owen didn’t just sing — he poured out a longing that resonated far beyond the South.
He sang for anyone who’s ever missed home.
For anyone who’s ever felt the pull of where they came from.
“No matter where I lay my head… my home’s in Alabama.”
Decades later, that line still lands like a punch to the heart.
And just when the room sat hushed in nostalgia, Alabama lit it up again with “Mountain Music” — a raucous, fiddle-fueled celebration of Southern pride. It was the sound of backroads and bonfires, of barefoot dancing and boot-stomping joy.
Together, these two songs — one tender, one triumphant — became more than music.
They became a place.
They became home.