Down in
Alabama, in the
Revenue
Mountain
Laughing water comes
out of strange fountains
And when the evening sun goes down,
Come he's on down to
Bell
House
Town
There's a dim lighted tavern,
Known as
Mammy's
Rest
Folks down in
Bama will tell you
That it's
Mammy's place that they love best
There's a sweet -toned pi ano
Worn by many thumbs
An d there's a fellow that plays it
That uses his pedal for drums
If you come down to
Birmingham with nary a place to go
Find a man called
Taxi
Sam
Tell him you want to go bell house,
that's all he needs to know
Be there for supper,
for a plate of barbecue
An d this, with the music,
will make a bell -house man of you
What I mean is, you'll have that low -down
feelin' too
If you find yourself in
Birmingham without a place to go
Come on down to my house,
make a pal let on the floor
I'll have you meet some southern gal,
they're gentle, sweet and kind
They've words for your music
an d music for your mind
Let's go bell house, let's go bell house,
let's go bell house all night long.