Текст песни Alabam

Well, I went to a

Turkey roast down the street

The people down there

Eat like wild geese

I'm on my way

I'm going back to Alabam

Talk about your people

Have a whale of a time

Eatinh up the chicken

And drinking their wine

I'm on my way

I'm going back to Alabam

Pick it for me one time, Jim

Now some folks say that

A tramp won't steal

But I caught three

In my corn field

I'm on my way

I'm going back to Alabam

One had a bushel

The other had a peck

And one had a roasting ear

Tied around his neck

I'm on my way

I'm going back to Alabam
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Now just put a little

Knuckle grease in there

That gets it

There comes Sal

Walking down the street

With the run down shoes

Tied on her feet

Good morning, honey

My, don't you look casual

You just stand there

And let me look at you

Hello Sal, why, I know you

With a run down slipper

And a tore up shoe

I'm on my way

I'm going back to Alabam

I'll be right back, Jim

Don't go way

When I get ready

To leave this earth

I'm gonna look on

My money's worth

I'm on my way

I'm going back to Alabam

I'm going back to Alabam