Sweet Home Alabama

1 2 3 Turn it up 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 (Ooh... ooh... ooh...) Well I heard mr. young sing about her (Ooh... ooh... ooh...) Well I heard ole Neil put her down (Ooh... ooh... ooh...) 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 the truth Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Oh yeah Lord I'm coming home to you Here I come Alabama (A-l-a-b-a-m-a) (Alabama ah-ah-ah) (Alabama ah-ah-ah) (Alabama ah-ah-ah) (Alabama) (Ooh. ooh... ooh...) Now muscle shoals has got the swampers And they've (ooh... ooh... ooh...) been known to pick a song or two (yes they do) Lord (ooh... ooh... ooh...) 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 coming home to you Woo-woo Yeah-yeah Montgomery's got the answer

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 gov' nor (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 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 guv'nor's true Sweet Home Alabama Lordy Lord, I'm coming home to you Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer

If fear's what makes us decide our future journey Well, I'm not along for the ride (I'm not along for the ride) 'Cause I'm still yearning to try and touch the sun (to try and touch the sun) My fingers burning Before you're old, you are young Yeah, I'm still learning I am falling down, try and stop me It feels so good to hit the ground You can watch me Fall right on my face It's an uphill human race And I am falling down I'm standing out in the street (I'm standing out in the street) The Earth is moving I feel it under my feet (I feel it under my feet) And I'm still proving that I can stand my ground And my feet are there, haven't washed my hair To be lost before you are found Don't mean you're losing I am falling down, try and stop me It feels so good to hit the ground You can watch me Fall right on my face It's an uphill human race And I am falling down Well, someday I'll live in a house Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera (et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera) But you know that's not for now And for now, I'm falling Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down, down (I am falling down) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am falling down, try and stop me It feels so good to hit the ground You can watch me Fall right on my face It's an uphill human race And I am falling down I'm falling down I'm falling, falling, falling, falling I'm falling Feels so good to hit the ground (I'm falling, I'm falling down) I am falling down I'm falling down and down, and down, and down