Alabam

I went to a Turkey roast down the street

The people down there are eatin' like wild geese

So I'm on my way I'm goin' back in Alabam

Well you talk about your people havin' a lot of time

Eating up their chickens and drinkin' their wine

I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam

Now some folks say that a tramp won't steal

But I caught three in my corn field

And I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam

Well one had a bushel and one had a peck

And one had a roaster near tied around his neck

I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam

[ guitar ]

Well there comes Sal walkin' down the street

With the run down shoes tied on her feet

I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam

When I get ready to leave this earth

I'm going back to my money's worth

I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam

[ piano - guitar ]