Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Even though I'm on my own, I know I'm not alone Because I know there's someone, somewhere praying that I make it home So here's one from the heart, my life right from the start I need a home sweet home to call my own It was you that told me I could do

Baby sweet baby Here I am I'm knowing Won't you please Come on back home to me I've been so lonely These few days feel like A hundred years How you make me worry baby How you make me worry about you

Yeah, you know I once was a gambler She said I didn't want you to gamble, Lightnin' But I lost my money roll Boy, but I lost my money roll That's the reason I don't have no sweet woman Now I done lost my happy home You take it down when you lose that no

It's a long, hard road I'm traveling on Seems forever I've been gone Yeah, it's a long hard road I'm traveling on Lord I need to find my way back home I hear the voice my sweet momma called me Telling me to change my ways In my mind, I smell the dogwood

Keep singing, love keep singing Oh, love sweet love, keep singing me home Oh love, sweet love, keep singing me home My baby's riding shotgun singing just a little off key The feet on the dashboard tapping out the back beat The song on the radio's talking

To my sweet home Chicago Back to the land of California Oh, baby don't you want to go? Baby don't you want to go? Now one and one is two Two and two is four I'm heavy loaded, baby I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby

I know, I know, I know That I wish I was there with you You give me a reason Something to believe in You give me a meaning Something I can breathe in It's a bittersweet feeling Longing and I'm leaving I go, I go, I go

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

When I first met you, baby Baby, you were just sweet sixteen Baby, I wonder You just left your home then, woman Ah, the sweetest thing I'd ever seen But you wouldn't do nothing, baby You wouldn't do anything I asked you to Oh, you wouldn't do nothing for