Alabam

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 going back to Alabam Talk about your people Have a whale of a time Eating up the chicken And drinking their wine I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam Now some folks say that A tramp won't steal But I caught three In my corn field I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam One had a bushel The other had a peck And one had a roasting ear Tied around his neck I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam There comes Sal Walking down the street With the run down shoes Tied on her feet Good morning, 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 going back to Alabam When I get ready To leave this earth I'm gonna look back On my money's worth I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam I'm going back to Alabam