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'!