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 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 and the other had a peck
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 a 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