Big wheels keep on turnin',
carry me home to my kin.
Singing songs about the South land,
it's my Alabama once again
I think it's a sin,
yes

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 so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they lost the Governor
not a thing that we could do,
No Watergate does not bother me,
does your conscience bother you?
Now tell the truth

Sweet home Alabama
where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord I'm coming home to you

You don't gotta be from around here
To get along just fine
Being southern is a state of mind

Sweet home Alabama
where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord I'm coming home to you

Sweet home Alabama (ooh, so sweet)
where the skies are so blue (so i'm doing it)
Sweet home Alabama (oh, say it so sweet)
Lord I'm coming home to you (oh, i'm coming home)