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I'm goin' homeDown there among the fields of cotton,Down where the folks have not forgotten meI 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 HOMEI'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey combThe brindle cow will wag her tail,As I fill up the pail I'll chase the flies andI surmise she'll moo, "Thanks to you."I'll feed the chicks, and mix some barley with their cornThey love it so, I know they'll cluck for luck each mornThen I will lie amid the hayAnd call it all a dayWay down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME.I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOMEI'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey combThe brindle cow will wag her tail,As I fill up the pail I'll chase the flies andI surmise she'll moo, "Thanks to you."I'll feed the chicks, and mix some barley with their cornThey love it so, I know they'll cluck for luck each mornThen I will lie amid the hayAnd call it all a dayWay down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME. Aus Songtexte Mania