miercuri, mai 02, 2007

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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 governor
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 governor's true


Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy


Lord, I'm comïng home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer