Down in good old Alabama is de place where I was born,
Oh dar’s whar I spent many a happy day,
I would toil de whole day long until de sounding ob de horn,
But alas dem good old times am passed way.

Oh, I want to see my cabin home, I left so long ago;
Its dearest spot to me in all de land.
Oh I long to hear de coons playing on de old banjo,
Dat is why I’se trabling back to Alabam.

CHORUS
All de children used to sing in de ebening on de green,
It used to sound so lively and so grand;
Oh it filled my heart with joy, how sweet it used to seem,
Dat is why I’m trabing back to Alabam.

Dear old Massa’s dead and gone and I will nebber see him more,
What a good ole soul he was to Uncle Cuff,
He has left dis world ob pain and up to glory he has gone,
And ob trouble dis old man has had enough.

So I’m traveling back to Alabam, I want to get dar soon;
But I fear de place am lonely and forlorn.
So I’ll bid you all good bye wid de tear drop in my eye
For de time am come de ole man must be gone.

CHORUS
All de children used to sing in de ebening on de green,
It used to sound so ively and so grand;
Oh it filled my heart with joy, how sweet it used to seem,
Dat is why I’m trabing back to Alabam.