Lynn Anderson - Alabam lyrics

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 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 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