Sweet Home Alabama

Sweet Home Alabama

Sweet wheels keep on turning, carry me home to
my kin. Singing songs about the South now, I miss Alabama, once
again and I think it’s a sin. I heard Mr. Young sung
about her, I heard old Neil put her down. Well I hope Neil Young
will remember, Alabama don’t need him ’round
anyhow.

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue. Sweet home
Alabama, Lord I’m coming home to you.


In Birmingham they lost the Governor, we did what we could do.
Now Watergate it does not bother me, does your conscience bother
you?

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so
blue. Sweet home Alabama, Lord I’m coming home to you.


The carpetbaggers tried to swamp us, but to the Klan we all stand
true. Lord the Klan they give me so much, they pick me up when
I’m feeling blue, how ’bout you?

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so
blue. Sweet home Alabama, Lord I’m coming home to you.