Had a little gal way down in Alabamy
She grew up my son to be your mammy
She's the one that brought you in this world
To this red old poorly Georgia dirt
Living on this poor red Georgia dirt
So my son if you'll be sayin' goodbye
First you go and tell your mama just why
She don't know no other life but hurt
Livin' on this poor red Georgia dirt
Livin' on this poor red Georgia dirt
These old boards in this old house is gone
But you mammy she still loves you son
Think of all the things her tired old hands have done
So my son you go and find your mammy
That little girl I found in Alabamy
But somehow I can't think which is worse
Your leaving home and running off from her
Or staying on this poor red Georgia dirt