Down in south Alabama
Where the cypress trees grow
So to town he did go
It was there he found sweet Mary
And they made their wedding plans
They were standing hand in hand
And the preacher said
John do you take Mary for your wife
And he said
Oh yes Lord for the rest of my life
And the preacher said
Mary do you love this man in front of you
And she said
Oh yes Lord forever I'll be true
Now when the sun comes up in the morning