Sweet Home Alabama

Sweet wheels keep on turning, carry me home to my kin.
Singing songs about the South now, I miss Alabama, once again and I think it’s a sin.
I heard Mr. Young sung about her, I heard old Neil put her down.
Well I hope Neil Young will remember, Alabama don’t need him ’round anyhow.

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I’m coming home to you.

In Birmingham they lost the Governor, and we did what we could do.
Now Watergate it does not bother me, does your conscience bother you, tell me true now.

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I’m coming home to you.

The carpetbaggers tried to swamp us, but to the Klan we all stand true.
Lord the Klan they give me so much, they pick me up when I’m feeling blue, how ’bout you?

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I’m coming home to you.

* Original song written by Lynyrd Skynyrd