All Golden Songtext
von Van Dyke Parks

He is not your run
of the mill garden variety
Alabama country faire.
Left on Silver Lake
he keeps a small apartment top
an Oriental food store there.

He returned from Alabama
to see what he could see.
Off the record he is hungry
though he works hard in his
Alabama country fair.

I should think he′d fade away
the way that Bohemians often bare
the frigid air.


He returned from Alabama
to see what he could see.
Constant commentary by the wayside.
Nowadays them country boys
don't cotton much to one two three four.

Rest your team.
Work out in the All Golden!
You will know why hayseeds
go back to the country.
Constant calm might still
our stately union.

Nowadays a Yankee dread
not take his time to wend to sea.
Forget to bear your arms
in the All Golden.
You will know why hayseeds
go back to the country.
Might as well not ′low
for one more go round.
That's all folks.
Them hayseeds go back
to the country.
Ja git it? Alright.