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 Eating up chicken and drinking their wine I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam 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 and the other had a peck One had a roasting ear tied around his neck I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam There comes Sal walking down the street With a run down shoes tied on her feet Good Morning honey stand over there baby Get over there now Hello Sal I know you With a run down slipper and a tore up shoe I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam 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 going back to Alabam I'm going back to Alabam