One, two, threeTurn it up
Big wheels keep on turningCarry me home to see my kinSinging songs about the southlandI miss Alabamy once againAnd I think it's a sin, yes
Well, I heard Mr. Young sing about herWell, I heard old Neil put her downWell, I hope Neil Young will rememberA Southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home AlabamaWhere the skies are so blueSweet home AlabamaLord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor (boo! Boo! Boo!)Now we all did what we could doNow Watergate does not bother meDoes your conscience bother you?Tell the truth
Sweet home AlabamaWhere the skies are so blueSweet home AlabamaLord, I'm coming home to youHere 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 SwampersAnd they've been known to pick a song or two (yes, they do)Lord, they get me off so muchThey pick me up when I'm feeling blueNow how 'bout you?
Sweet home AlabamaWhere the skies are so blueSweet home AlabamaLord, I'm coming home to you
Sweet home Alabama (oh, sweet home, baby)Where the skies are so blue and the governor's trueSweet home Alabama (Lordy)Lord, I'm coming home to you (yeah, yeah)
Mont-Montgomery's got the answer