Lyric Alabam

(Lloyd Copas)

Well, I went to a Turkey roast down the street
And the people down there are eatin like wild geese
So I m on my way I m goin back to Alabam
Well you talk about your people havin a lot of time
Eatin up their chickens and drinkin their wine
I m on my way I m goin back to Alabam.

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Now some folks say that a tramp won t steal
But I cought three in my corn field
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 roast near tied around his neck
I m on my way I m goin back to Alabam.

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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
Well, hello Sal now how are you
With the run down slipper and tore up shoe
I m on my way I m goin back to Alabam.

When I get ready to leave this earth
I m goin back to my money s worth
I m on my way I m goin back to Alabam
I m goin back to Alabam...