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