One, two, three
Turn it up

Big wheels keep on turnin′
Carry me home to see my kin
Singin' songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again, and I think it′s a sin, yes

Well, I heard Mr. Young sing about her (a Southern man)
Well, I heard ol' 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 comin′ home to you

In Birmingham, they loved the governor, boo, boo, boo!
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 (oh yeah)
Lord, I'm comin′ home to you
Here I come, Alabama

(Ah, ah, ah, Alabama)
(Ah, ah, ah, Alabama)
(Ah, ah, ah, Alabama)
(Ah, ah, ah, Alabama)

Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two (yes, they do)
Lord, they get me off so much
They pick me up when I′m feelin' blue, now, how ′bout you?

Sweet home, Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home, Alabama
Lord, I'm comin' 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 comin' home to you, yeah, yeah-yeah

Mont-, Montgomery′s got the answer

Writer(s): Ronnie Van Zant, Gary Robert Rossington, Edward C. King<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com