Alabam

Well, I went to a turkey roast down the street
People down there eatin like wild geese
I'm on my way. I'm going back. To Alabam

Talk about the people having a whale of a time
Eatin up the chicken & drinkin the wine
I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam

Now, some folks say that a tramp won't steal
But I found three in my cornfield
I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam

One had a bushel the other had a peck
One had a roasted ear tied around his neck
I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam

Here 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 the run down slipper & the 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 to my money's worth
I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam
Yes I'm going back to Alabam