Pat Boone – Alabam lyrics

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 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 going back to Alabam One had a bushel The other had a peck 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, Jim Don't go way When I get ready To leave this earth I'm gonna look on My money's worth I'm on my way I'm going back to Alabam I'm going back to Alabam Explain Request ×

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