Bi-g whee-ls keep on turn-in',
Carry me home to see my kin.
Sing-in' songs about the southland,
I miss ole Ba-my once again and I think its a sin, yes
Well, I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put 'er 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 boo boo boo
Now, we all did what we could do
Now, Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell me true
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come, Alabama