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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
And, I heard ole Neil put her down
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
Now we all did what we could do
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 be 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
Oh so sweet...
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Oh, just singin' so sweet
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Oh I'm coming home
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