Lyrics:
Well, I went to aTurkey roast down the streetThe people down thereEat like wild geeseI'm on my wayI'm going back to AlabamTalk about your peopleHave a whale of a timeEating up the chickenAnd drinking their wineI'm on my wayI'm going back to AlabamNow some folks say thatA tramp won't stealBut I caught threeIn my corn fieldI'm on my wayI'm going back to AlabamOne had a bushelThe other had a peckAnd one had a roasting earTied around his neckI'm on my wayI'm going back to AlabamThere comes SalWalking down the streetWith the run down shoesTied on her feetGood morning, honeyStand over there, babyGet over there nowHello Sal, I know youWith a run down slipperAnd a tore up shoeI'm on my wayI'm going back to AlabamWhen I get readyTo leave this earthI'm gonna look backOn my money's worthI'm on my wayI'm going back to AlabamI'm going back to Alabam