Lyrics:

I'm goin' home
Down there among the fields of cotton
Down where the folks have not forgotten me
I feel blue just for a little girl I'm strong for
Just for a certain one I long to see
I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb
The brindle cow will wag her tail
As I fill up the pail I'll chase the flies and
I surmise she'll moo, 'Thanks to you
'I'll feed the chicks, and mix some barley with their corn
They love it so, I know they'll cluck for luck each morn
Then I will lie amid the hay
And call it all a day
Way down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb
The brindle cow will wag her tail
As I fill up the pail I'll chase the flies and
I surmise she'll moo, 'Thanks to you
'I'll feed the chicks, and mix some barley with their corn
They love it so, I know they'll cluck for luck each morn
Then I will lie amid the hay
And call it all a day
Way down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME