I’m gwine to Alabamy,—Oh,
For to see my mammy,—Ah.
She went from ole Virginny,—Oh,
And I’m her pickaniny,—Ah.
She lives on the Tombigbee,—Oh,
I wish I had her wid me,—Ah.
Now I’m a good big nigger,—Oh,
I reckon I won’t git bigger,—Ah.
But I’d like to see my mammy,—Oh,
Who lives in Alabamy,—Ah.