Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alabamy Home , by - Barney Bigard. Song from the album Fall Free, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 20.03.2019
Record label: Nagel-Heyer
Song language: English
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 |