December morn / words by Carl Loveland music by Harry J. Lincoln

VERSE 01: There's a certain little beach in Alabama,/By tomorrow I must reach her if I can;/On the train for home again I'll soon be leaving,/Cause, when I'm away from her I'm always grieving;/Back among the clover and the waving corn,/Back to Alabama where I was born;/Back to get the peach, that's ripe enough and right in reach for me, December morn.CHORUS 01: I'm goin' to meet her December morn,/A sweeter maiden was never born;/Her hair is curly,/Her teeth are pearly,/A perfect girlie in style and form;/I cannot tarry,/I am forlorn,/I'm going to marry, as sure as you're born;/My little dearie,/I want her near me to love and cheer me December morn.VERSE 02: You can keep your Cabarets that know no nights,/You can have your old Broadway wih all its light;/I would rather be where they know right from morning,/Where they go to bed at ten,/their home adoring;/I'm so awful weary, yes indeed I am,/I'm awful alone some, homesick man;/I won't be the same, when I am on the train again,/For dear old Alabama.