Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

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

In the arms of a stranger, pretending it's love And I'm wrapped around your finger, even though I'm knocked up Ah ooh, ooh ooh Bam bam bam bam, bam bam bam bam bam You know space and time wouldn't let you be mine What I've come to understand Is entropy

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Oh, don't ask why I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama Well, show me the way To the next whisky bar Show me the way For if we don't find

And stars fell on Alabama last night I never planned in my imagination A situation so heavenly A fairy land where no one else could enter My heart beat like a hammer My arms wound around you tight We lived our little drama We kissed in a field of white I

Daytrip took it to ten I got hoes calling a young nigga phone Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch) I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a, huh, like a, huh) I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch) Sheck Wes, I ain't a

I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy I got bim bam banana pops, dixie cups They say all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy I'm your ice cream man (Dedicate one to the ladies) Now

Bam bam dilla, bam bam Bam bam, bam bam I just wanted you to know 'Ey what a bam bam I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start Man I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl

And stars fell on Alabama last night We lived our little drama, we kissed in a field of white I can't forget the glamor, your eyes held a tender light I never planned in my imagination a situation so heavenly A fairy land where no one else could enter