Well, it God bless you Pappy Can't you hear me cry It's not a place to live in Neither fit for you or I But a good time is coming So Pappy do not cry For we're going to leave The state of Alabama O boys, there is a consolation Ever since the Emancipation Down among the Negro population In the good ole state of Alabama Well, I took a walk up to Washington That free and pleasant land And it's there the stranger welcomed me And he took me by the hand And he made me drink old whiskey Until I couldn't stand Not like the good old state of Alabama Well now the war is over And freedom there will be We will call the white man brother now The same as you or me But freedom's so long in coming And slaves we sure will be Down in the good old state of Alabama