Alabama

I went to Alabama
I took my honey down
I went to Alabama
I burned it to the ground

All the little roses
And fine watersheds
All the little flowers
In their flowery beds

And the little baby
With another one inside
Got inside my constitution
And would not be denied

Baby you can love me
But throw away your heart
Cause the rain that's gonna fall there
Go'n wreck your applecart

I went to Alabama
And every honeybee
That swam around my petals
Tended to agree

And buried in the garden
In that candy dress
The fruit of all my labors
Lies waiting I confess

I went to Alabama
And took my honey down
And with my bloody fingers
I burned her to the ground