Alabamy Home

Down around my Alabam'y home
I wanna see the bees that make the honeycomb
The brindle cow will wag her tail
As I fill up my pail
I'll chase the flies and dice 'em by
She'll moo, thanks to you
I'll call the chicks and mix
Some barley with their corn
They'll love it so, I know
They'll cluck for luck each morn
And then I lay amid the hay
And call it all a day way
Down around my Alabam'y home