Alabam

Well, I went to a chicken roast down the street
People down there don't like wild meat
I'm on my way
Imma going back
To Alabam

Well, talk about people having to wait all the time
Eatin' up chicken and drinking the wine
I'm on my way
Imma going back
To Alabam

Now, some folks say that a tramp won't steal
But I caught two in my cornfield
I'm on my way
Imma going back
To Alabam

Well, one-a had a bushel and the other had a peck
One had a roasting ear tied around his neck
I'm on my way
Imma going back
To Alabam

Oh, that [?] walkin' down the street
With the rundown shoes tied on her feet
Good morning, honey
Hello there, baby
Get over there, gal

Well, hello there, [?], I know you
With your rundown slipper and your wore-out shoe
I'm on my way
Imma going back
To Alabam

When I get ready for to leave this earth
Gonna look back for the money's worth
I'm on my way
Imma going back
To Alabam