Lyrics:

Down around my Alabamy home
I wanna see the bees that make the honeycomb
The brindle cow will wag her tail
As I fill up my 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'll love it so, I know they'll cluck for luck each morn'
And then I lay amid the hay
And call it all a day
Way down around my Alabamy home