One, two, three. Turn it up. Big wheels keep on turning Carrying me home to see my kids Singing songs about Southland I miss Alabama once again And I think it's the same, yeah Well, I heard Mr. Young sing about her Well, I heard old 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 blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you In Birmingham they loved the Governor Boo, boo, boo Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your cousin's barbecue tell the truth? Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Sweet home Alabama Sweet home Alabama Sweet home Alabama Now Muscle Shoals has got to swamp us They've been known to put us on the tooth Lord, they get me on so much They pick me up when I feel blue And I'm about you Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are blue Where the skies are blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Sweet home Alabama Sweet home Alabama Sweet home Alabama