Alabamy Home

I'm goin' home

Down there among the fields of cotton,

Down where the folks have not forgotten me

I feel blue just for a little girl I'm strong for,

Just for a certain one I long to see.

I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME

I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb

The brindle cow will wag her tail,

As I fill up the pail I'll chase the flies and

I surmise she'll moo, "Thanks to you.

"I'll feed the chicks, and mix some barley with their corn

They love it so, I know they'll cluck for luck each morn

Then I will lie amid the hay

And call it all a day

Way down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME.

I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME

I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb

The brindle cow will wag her tail,

As I fill up the pail I'll chase the flies and

I surmise she'll moo, "Thanks to you.

"I'll feed the chicks, and mix some barley with their corn

They love it so, I know they'll cluck for luck each morn

Then I will lie amid the hay

And call it all a day

Way down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME.

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