Counting Crows — Sweet Home Alabama

Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss my family once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mr. Young sing about her Then I heard Ol' Neil put her down Oh I hope Neil Young will remember A Southern man don't need him around anyhow Here we go Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you Here I'm comin' Well in Muscle Shoals they got the swampers They've been known to pick a song or two Lord they let me off so much It picks me up when I'm feelin' blue Now how about you Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you Well in Birmingham they love the governor Now we all did what we could do Oh Watergate pisses me off so much And now does your conscience bother you, tell me true Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue and the gov'nor's true Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you, yeah go Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you, yeah


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