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

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

Big wheels turning Baby I know Turning, turning... I remember the dead of night A lonely light that shines upon the window I see it all so clear The tenderness, the silent tears Out here in the pouring rain Through cold dark waiting days

Never too late to stand your ground, Revolution begins In you, in me, revolution! Since the day that you were born the wheels are in motion Turning ever faster Play your part in the big machine The stage is set, the road is chosen You fate preordained We

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

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