| I’ve had a mighty busy day
|
| I’ve had to pack my things away
|
| Now I’m going to give the landlord back his key
|
| The very key
|
| That opened up my dreary flat
|
| Where many weary nights I sat
|
| Thinking of the folks down home who think of me
|
| You can bet you’ll find me singing happily
|
| When the midnight choo-choo leaves for Alabam'
|
| I’ll be right there
|
| I’ve got my fare
|
| When I see that rusty-haired conductor-man
|
| I’ll grab him by the collar
|
| And I’ll holler
|
| «Alabam'! |
| Alabam'!»
|
| That’s where you stop your train
|
| That brings me back again
|
| Down home where I’ll remain
|
| Where my honey-lamb am
|
| I will be right there with bells
|
| When that old conductor yells
|
| «All aboard! |
| All aboard!
|
| All aboard for Alabam'»
|
| The minute that I reach the place
|
| I’m goin' to overfeed my face
|
| 'Cause I haven’t had a good meal since the day
|
| I went away
|
| I’m goin' to kiss my Pa and Ma
|
| A dozen times for ev’ry star
|
| Shining over Alabama’s new mown hay
|
| I’ll be glad enough to throw myself away |