Pat Boone - 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 goin' back to Alabam'

Talk about your people, have a whale of a time
Eatin' up chicken' and drinkin' all the wine

I'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'

Aw, 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 goin' back to Alabam'

One had a bushel, the other had a peck
And one had a roastin' ear tied 'round his neck

I'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'

Now just put a little knuckle grease in there
Ah, that gets it

There comes Sal walkin' down the street
With the run-down shoes tied on her feet
Good mornin', 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 goin' back to Alabam'

I'll be right back, Jim
Don't go away

When I get ready to leave this earth
I'm gonna look back on my money's worth

I'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'

I'm goin' back to Alabam'

Written by:
LLOYD COPAS

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