The Good Old State of Alabama

God bless you pappy and don't you hear me cry
For it's not a place to live in, not fit for you and I
But a better time coming so pappy don't you cry 
For we're going to leave the State of Alabama

Chorus:
Oh boys it is a consolation
Ever since emancipation 
Down among the Negro population
In the good old State of Alabama

I took a trip to Washington that free and happy land
Where the young men came up to me and they took me by the hand
And they bad me drink strong whiskey until I could not stand
Not like the good old State of Alabama

The war it now is over and freedom soon shall be
And we'll call the white man brother just the same as you or me
But freedom's so long coming in and slavery we must be
Here in the good old State of Alabama

I learned this from Joe Hickerson, who learned it from the McPeakes