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.