Lyrics:
Old Country

't keep her hands off of me Oh, play me some old Alabama Oh, play me some old Alabama Won't you play me some old Alabama? Play me some old Alabama, won

me, where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church There with mother we went and our Sundays we spent With our friends at the old country

long once more to be With my friends at the old country church As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joy As I knelt at the old country church

Sometimes in fond mem'ry my thoughts go back to the old country church That I attened as a boy You know it's kinda funny how we cling to old bygone days

quite contented With our hearts full of peace and with happy memories Of a good old fashion country Christmas [ steel ] Well we'll chop some fire wood... I love the good old fashion country

OLD BITTY PISSANT COUNTRY PLACE FROM MOTION PICTURE BEST LITTLE WHOREHOUSE IN TEXAS) WRITER CAROL HALL It's just a little bitty pissant country place

at all Not until old country came to town She used to want to climb the walls She'd never really been loved at all Not until old country came to town

, we just want to play That good old country waltz. I ain't got no excuses, I just want to play That good old country waltz. That good old country waltz

I won't need it anymore For I think the time has come To end this tired This tired old country song To end this tired This tired old country song