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Well I went to a turkey roast down the streetThe people down there eat like wild geese;I'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'.Talk about yer people have a whale of a timeEatin' up chicken' and drinkin' their wine;I'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'.Now some folks say a tramp won't stealBut I caught three in my corn field;I'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'.One had a bushel and the other had a peckOne had a roast'n' ear tied round his neck;I'm on my way, I'm goin back to Alabam'.There comes Sal walkin' down the streetWith run down shoes tied to her feet;Good Mornin', honey, stand over there, babyGet over there, now.Hello Sal, I know youWith a run down slipper and a tore up shoe;Letras de cancionesI'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'.When I get ready to leave this earthI'm gonna look on my money's worth;I'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'.I'm goin back to Alabam'! From Letras Mania