Alabam

Well, I went to a turkey roast down the street

The people down there eatin' like wild geese

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

Well, you talk about your people and they're havin' a time

Eatin' up the chickens and drinkin' the wine

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

I was down in Wildwood, sittin' on a log

Finger on the trigger and eye on a hog

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

Well, I pulled the trigger and the gun went zip

Jumped the hog with all of my grip

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 cornfield

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 rooster near tied around his neck

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

Well, when I get ready to leave this earth

I'm goin' back to get my money's worth

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

Yeah, I'm a-goin' back to Alabam'