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's see if you a rider for real I really wanna see if you a rider for real Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel Makes you a straight up rider for real I don't know, I don't know If I should give you the key to my soul I don't know, no, I don't

I'll wipe my shirtsleeves Under your eyes When salted tears won't dry These hearts will be flooded tonight And I'll hold on to the words you spoke of Anchored down in the throat, love And I'm captain of this sinking boat now With just one armband to

And they say She's in the Class A Team She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us It's too cold outside

When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill But I can't wait to go home I'm on my way Driving at ninety down those country lanes Singing to "Tiny Dancer" And I miss the way you make me feel,

Get the brick and transport it through the mavericks (transport) Surprise a nigga ride up on him on a Banshee (brrt, brrt) We got Ks in the attic (K) How you fit a quarter in a mattress (how, quarter) Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (static)

Dancing in the sheets Grab your coat and wave goodbye to your friends I want to take you where the night never ends I feel the need to sweep you off of your feet You and me, we should be dancing in the sheets I caught you smiling I know I've seen you

Me and you, a hangover due I'm just saying Won't we wake up, girl, with our heads a little banging Laying in a tangle of sheets, just laughing Trying to piece together just what the hell happened Lookin' over the crime scene Only seeing my jeans and a

All the trees stood like skeletons Silhouettes of spilled ink And the snows fell in sheets and got wrapped around our feet We built the fire evermore with winter beating at the door Brother's eyes were getting heavier His bony hands cold and white And I

So deep as the night draws in And we'll be slow honey lovers 'til the clocks go forward again We can hide under sheets, under heavy covers Again, again, again yeah Darkness bleeding in, the sun is getting low No diamonds in the trees, only leaves of gold