They saw a swallow building his nest;
I guess they figured he knew best,
So they built a town around him
And they called it Mobile,
(WHERE'S THAT?) Alabama.

They took a swampland, heavy with stream,
They added people with a dream,
And that dream became a heaven
By the name of Mobile.

Pretty soon the town had grown
'Til they had a slide trombone,
And a man who played piano,
And a swallow who sang soprano.

No use your wondrin' where you should go.
It's on the Gulf of Mexico
Where the southern belles are ringin'
And the climate's ideal,
It's a honeysuckle heaven
By the name of Mobile. Yaahhhhhh!

words & music: Bob Wells & David Holt
copyright: 1954 Morely Music Co., Inc. New York
source: 101 Popular Songs for Easy Piano,
Charles Hansen Music & Books, New York
transcribed: Dilly
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