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 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

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 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

When I first met you, baby Baby, you were just sweet sixteen Baby, I wonder You just left your home then, woman Ah, the sweetest thing I'd ever seen But you wouldn't do nothing, baby You wouldn't do anything I asked you to Oh, you wouldn't do nothing for

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

My darling, I have wronged you Down the devil's path I have roamed Regret, sadness and sorrow Now in my soul have found a home My Sweet Caroline From your loving arms I've strayed In your heart may you find Forgiveness I pray

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

Hurt me when I'm close to you Tell me lies and not the truth Carve your wrongs in my skin Love is killing me so sweet Like the torture that I need For my way back home Hurt my soul Love destroy my chroming soul