Well I went to a turkey roast down the street The people down there eat like wild geese Im on my way, Im goin back to Alabam Talk about yer people have a whale of a time Eatin up chicken and drinkin their wine Im on my way, Im goin back to Alabam Now some folks say a tramp wont steal But I caught three in my corn field Im on my way, Im goin back to Alabam One had a bushel and the other had a peck One had a roastn ear tied round his neck Im on my way, Im goin back to Alabam There comes Sal walkin down the street With run down shoes tied to her feet Good Mornin, honey, stand over there, baby Get over there, now Hello Sal, I know you With a run down slipper and a tore up shoe Im on my way, Im goin back to Alabam When I get ready to leave this earth Im gonna look on my moneys worth Im on my way, Im goin back to Alabam Im goin back to Alabam!
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