I went to a Turkey roast down the street The people down there are eatin' like wild geese So I'm on my way and I'm goin' back, Alabam
Talk about people havin' a lot of time Eating up their chickens and drinkin' their wine I'm on my way and I'm goin' back to Alabam
Now some folks say that a tramp won't steal But I caught three in my corn field And 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 roaster near tied around his neck And I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam
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
When I get ready to leave this earth I'm going back to my money's worth And I'm on my way I'm goin' back to AlabamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.