Alabama

Well i went to a turkey roast down the street
The people down there eat like wild geese;
I'm on my way, i'm goin' back - to alabam'.
Talk about yer people have a whale of a time
Eatin' up chicken' and drinkin' their wine;
I'm on my way, i'm goin' back - to alabam'.
Now some folks say a tramp won't steal
But i caught three in my corn field;
I'm on my way, i'm goin' back - to alabam'.

One had a bushel and the other had a peck
One had a roast'n' ear tied round his neck;
I'm on my way, i'm goin back - to alabam'.
There comes sal walkin' down the street
With run down shoes tied to her feet;
Good mornin', honey, stand over there, baby
Get over there, now.
Hello sal, i know you
With a run down slipper and a tore up shoe;
I'm on my way, i'm goin' back - to alabam'.
When i get ready to leave this earth
I'm gonna look on my money's worth;
I'm on my way, i'm goin' back - to alabam'.
I'm goin back to alabam'!