Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home Boy got to be moving Seems like the boy is bound to roam Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go That woman's with her lover boy Never want to see her face no more Every single time

Home, home where I wanted to go You are, you are, you are And nothing else compares The lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Have brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead, singing Come out of things unsaid

I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin

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

Captain Walker didn't come home His unborn child will never know him Believe him missing with a number of men Don't expect to see him again

And I think it's gonna be a long long time 'Till touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

This time has gotta be our last time Here we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We both know that it's wrong we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we living again King of the shooters, looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin' King of the past, present, future, my ancestors watching King of the culture,

You are, you are And nothing else compares Home, home, where I wanted to go Home, home, where I wanted to go (You are) The lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Have brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead,