Going Back to Alabama Lyrics

Some people in my neighborhood won't ever do right
They drink whiskey all day and raise hell all night
I'm going back to Alabama
Going back to Alabama
I'm going back to Alabama
I can't stand the things they do.
I thought the Windy City was the place for me
Deep in the heart of Dixie is where I need to be
I'm going back to Alabama
Going back to Alabama
I'm going back to Alabama
I can't stand the things they do.

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I thought things would get better
instead they just got worse
Some fool had the nerve to throw a brick in a hearse
I'm going back to Alabama
Going back to Alabama
I'm going back to Alabama
I can't stand the things they do.

I came to sweet home Chicago back in 1960
The icy winter, man, wasn't just whistling Dixie
I'm going back to Alabama
Going back to Alabama
I'm going back to Alabama
cause I can't stand the things they do
I came to sweet home Chicago back in 1960
The icy winter wind, man, wasn't just whistling Dixie
I'm going back to Alabama
Going back to Alabama
I'm going back to Alabama
cause I can't stand the things they do