A popular song from 1933.
Words by Joe Young.
Music by Milton Ager.
Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- How’d I come to get so far from home?
Here am I a thousand miles away, miles away
How’d I come to get myself to roam?
To myself, a thousand times a day I say
Chorus
I belong in Alabam’
What am I doin’ where I am?
Got my folks in Alabam’ and here I am
I belong where I was born
What good am I away from corn?
Shoulda stayed where I was born among the corn
Birds belong in the treetops
Fish belong in the sea
Stars belong in the heavens
And as for weary old me
I belong in Alabam’
What am I doin’ where I am?
Got my gal in Alabam’ and here I am
2. Wand’rin’ folks don’t get nowhere no how
Only gets more weary, more they roam, more they roam
Wish that I knowed then what I know now
Never would have got so far from home sweet home
Sung here by Fred Feild: