Alabam

Alabama - Pat Boone (帕特·布恩)

Boom boom boom boom

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

I'll pick it for me one time

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 more

And one had a roasting ear

Tied around his neck

I'm on my way

I'm going back

To alabam

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 to you

Don't go way

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