I'm Alabama bound,
I'm Alabama bound,
Sure as the train pulls out of the yards
I'm gonna leave this town.

I'm gonna leave this town,
I'm gonna leave this town,
I'm tired of your fussin' and fightin' and doggin' me 'round,
I'm gonna leave this town,

Oh, don't you leave me here,
Oh, don't you leave me here,
If you do, sweet mama,
Leave me a dime for beer.

Oh, the rooster crowed,
And the hen looked 'round,
Says, "If you want me to love you,
You gotta run me down."

Oh, the rooster crowed,
And he raised his leg,
He run that old hen and caught her,
Then she laid an egg.