Alabama

I come from Alabama and I’ve travelled to the north And I hope to be back home again before July the fourth There’s an Alabama maiden on her mother’s front-porch swing Who is smiling as she tots up all the presents I might bring When they are all opened and she has assessed their worth I hope that she will make me the most happy man on earth “How dare you insult me with this pile of worthless trash” And I can rush to savour Mother’s fried chicken and mash I come from Alabama and every month or three I have to dissuade some maiden who has designs on me If I ever find a maiden with a plump and smiling mouth I will keep her right beside me and we’ll travel to the south