"Alabama" lyrics

Got my wildcat in a gunny sack
Lit out to howl at the moon
Took a barrel of peril, the son of Cochise
A piccolo and my bassoon

I can't play 'em, but my wildcat can
Anything in the key of D
Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean
Tutti Frutti and Let It Be

But the date of his expiration
The sine qua non of success
The number that sets the whole world rockin'
The one they love the best
Count it off now, 1-2-3-4
Count it off now, 1-2-3

Alabama
Look down from the sky
Alabama
Till the day that I die
Alabama
One among forty-nine
Alabama
The star that I call mine

Born and bred, bred in Alabama
West central heart of the state
Fair, fine city of Tuscaloosa
Where the sunset rises late
You're my everything
Oh Al-A-Bam
'Tis of thee I sing
Where the eagles sing in choir
Around a roaring fire

The date of his expiration
The sine qua non of success
The number that sets the whole world rockin'
The one they love the best
Count it off now, 1-2-3

Alabama
The present is the past
Alabama
You know our love will last
Alabama
A banjo on my knee
Alabama
The whole world shall be free