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I went to a Turkey roast down the street The people down there are eatin' like wild geese So I'm on my way I'm goin' back in Alabam Well you talk about your people havin' a lot of time Eating 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 caught three in my corn field And 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 roaster near tied around his neck I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam [guitar] 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 When I get ready to leave this earth I'm going back to my money's worth I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam [piano - guitar] From Letras Mania