Alabam — текст песни (Lynn Anderson)

(Lloyd Copas)

Well, I went to a Turkey roast down the street
And the people down there are eatin` like wild geese
So I`m on my way I`m goin` back to Alabam
Well you talk about your people havin` a lot of time
Eatin` up their chickens and drinkin` their wine
I`m on my way I`m goin` back to Alabam.

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Now some folks say that a tramp won`t steal
But I cought three in my corn field
I`m on my way I`m goin` back to Alabam
Well, one had a bushel and one had a peck
And one had a roast` near tied around his neck
I`m on my way I`m goin` back to Alabam.

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Well, there comes Sal walkin` down the street
With the run down shoes tied on her feet
I`m on my way I`m goin` back to Alabam
Well, hello Sal now how are you
With the run down slipper and tore up shoe
I`m on my way I`m goin` back to Alabam.

When I get ready to leave this earth
I`m goin` back to my money`s worth
I`m on my way I`m goin` back to Alabam
I`m goin` back to Alabam...