Time for a change

I'm out of money, I'm out of you,
I'm feeling homesick, I'm feeling blue.
I'm tired of this Jim Crow, this no good town.
I think I'm Alabama bound.

I tried Chicago, what can I say? 
That ain't no place I want to stay.
I'm tired of this Jim Crow, this no good town.
I think I'm Alabama bound. 

Up north, they said, money grows on trees.
Don't give a doggone, if my black soul leaves.
I'm tired of this Jim Crow, this no good town.
I think I'm Alabama bound. 

They say: You can freeze to death in the North and be free.
Why freeze to death down South in slavery? 
But I'm tired of this Jim Crow, this no good town.
I think I'm Alabama bound.