I went to a Turkey roast down the street
So I'm on my way I'm goin' back in Alabam
The people down there are eatin' like wild geese
I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam
Well you talk about your people havin' a lot of time
Eating up their chickens and drinkin' their wine
But I caught three in my corn field
Well one had a bushel and one had a peck
Now some folks say that a tramp won't steal
And I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam
And one had a roaster near tied around his neck
I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam Well there comes Sal walkin' down the street ( guitar )
With the run down shoes tied on her feet
I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam
I'm going back to my money's worth
I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam When I get ready to leave this earth
( piano - guitar ).
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