I'm goin' down aroun' my Alabamy Home

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

The brindle cow will wag her tail

As I fill up my 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

And I will lie amid the hay

And call it all a day

Way down aroun' my Alabamy Home