I have a life that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet song

La-la, how the life goes on Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra In a couple of years they have built A home sweet home With a couple of kids running in the yard Of Desmond and Molly Jones Happy ever after in the

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

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

I was the last child, just a punk in the street Home sweet home Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand up on my feet in the city Got to get back to the real nitty-gritty Yes sir, no sir Don't come

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

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

I have a life that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet song

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 don't like this livin', I love it Sweet magnolia blue sky up above it I don't call Corolina just a place I visit I call Carolina home I don't like drinking beer, I love it On the back porch swinging with my honey So you better get to lovin' this living