Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on on turning turning Carry me 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'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world Don't you ever wonder how we survive? From turning turning into a monster and eating us alive Well now that your gone, the world is ours You were my conscience, so solid, now you're like water We started

I can't get enough, yeah Moving my body All night long and do it again I keep turning turning it up, yeah The music is taking me me higher I'm feeling inspired Don't want you to stop it We dance in the streets We rock to the beat

I don't wanna be eighty-five, singing "Whoa, no, I think I missed it, I was chasing money" Caught it so easy like the common cold, ooh, ooh Tossing and tossing and turning turning around Trying and trying to sweat it all out Kicking the habit that's pulling me

Warned you about No doubt I'm the one your mama I'm known for taking ladies home And turning turning them out. Like kissing all the girlies and Making them cry. I'm a wise guy with wits The opposite of shy

Gotta love this American ride Both ends of the ozone burnin' Funny how the world keeps turning turning I love, this American ride That's us, that's right Look ma, no hands Winter gettin' colder, summer gettin' warmer Tidal wave comin' cross the Mexican border

You keep turning, keep turning turning my life around You're my kaleidoscope Hey la nah nah oh Violets and purples Diamonds and circles I love every minute You've got me me in it

I've done found me me a drinking partner Drink with me, me, drink with me me I found a girl of my dreams, I’ve got you Everybody wanna, wanna And we aren't turning turning up in the club without her Oh oh I think I need her to drink a drink with me me She be sipping that

Were you there? The sky is falling on on me me As your hand's turning turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere Do you feel the thorns? Do you see the tears? Do you see the bloodshed in this fell war? Have you forsaken us?

Do you love me? Saturday comes slow Or is there nothing there? Lost in the magic From the last time This town turning turning My rose to desire In the limestone caves In the south west lands