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
Eatinh up the chicken
And drinking their wine
I'm on my way
I'm going back to Alabam
Pick it for me one time, Jim
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
Now just put a little
Knuckle grease in there
That gets it
There comes Sal
Walking down the street
With the run down shoes
Tied on her feet
Good morning, honey
My, don't you look casual
You just stand there
And let me look at you
Hello Sal, why, I know you
With a run down slipper
And a tore up shoe
I'm on my way
I'm going back to Alabam
I'll be right back, Jim
Don't go way
When I get ready
To leave this earth
I'm gonna look on
My money's worth
I'm on my way
I'm going back to Alabam
I'm going back to Alabam
