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,