by Lynyrd Skynyrd



Big wheels keep on turning

Carry me home to see my kin

Singing songs about the Southland

I miss Alabamy once again

And I think its a sin, yes



Well I heard mister Young sing about her

Well, I heard ole Neil put her down

Well, I hope Neil Young will remember

A Southern man don't need him around anyhow



Sweet home Alabama

Where the skies are so blue

Sweet Home Alabama

Lord, I'm coming home to you



In Birmingham they love the gov' nor

Now we all did what we could do

Now Watergate does not bother me

Does your conscience bother you?

Tell the truth



Sweet home Alabama

Where the skies are so blue

Sweet Home Alabama

Lord, I'm coming home to you

Here I come Alabama



Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers

And they've been known to pick a song or two

Lord they get me off so much

They pick me up when I'm feeling blue

Now how about you?



Sweet home Alabama

Where the skies are so blue

Sweet Home Alabama

Lord, I'm coming home to you

Sweet home Alabama

Oh sweet home baby

Where the skies are so blue

And the guv'nor's true

Sweet Home Alabama

Lord, I'm coming home to you