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

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

Let it rain Move along, the weather's changing Won't you take me home and carry me away Winter's gone, the clouds are fading The sun might shine, but still it's not the same A gray sky so comfortable, whisper goodbye But every time I only hear good night

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

We aim for balance standing on cannonballs We slam on clay and dig deep, and labyrinth trenches around craters we call home Rage, I will put this all back inside of me Ghosts of my past lift me up, carry me through blinding night Ever-flowing white

If it leads me to you As I walk this world, tired and alone Got one foot in the grave, Lord, help me make it home I'll carry your pain, my words bleed straight and true My lost heaven has been turned upside down Dead and buried is the joy which I once

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Alabama, ah ah ah Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland

I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no changes in me Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Makes me feel right at home Call me the breeze

Will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by There's a better home a-waiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky I was standing by my window On one cold and cloudy day When I saw that hearse come rolling For to carry my mother away I said to that

Seagull carry me, over land and sea To my own folk, that's where I want to be Every beat of my heart Tears me further apart I'm lost and alone in the dark I'm going home Through these misty eyes I see lonely skies Lonely road to Babylon