I'm coming back from the dead and I'll take you home with me I'm taking back the life you stole When you go Just know that I will remember you I will be with you For what you did to me And what I'll do to you You get, what everyone else gets You get 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

We were young We were free, come on now, let it go We were free I was living in the cold, I'm coming home Perfect line to open with Her heart was never meant for this Ooh we're never over it We were free (yeah yeah) At the dune with the dawn

Instead, you wanna wait until I'm coming home Oh, I know that you won't let it go Can't we just talk it out before I go? It's hard for me to say this without sounding impatient And I know you know You know how we can fix it Just tell me and I'll listen,

Deep river woman Lord I'm coming home to you Lord I know she's waiting Just anticipating all my love I spent a night in L.A. Just another chance to see you Just you and I Wanted you to know That my playing days are over

Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go I was counting on forever, now I'll never know It's like I'm looking from a distance, Standing in the background Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now, This can't be happening to me This is just 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

So can I get the car to jump start, Please Let me hit the gas to go high, Speed 'Cause everything just happened at once I'm sick of has beens Coming home I'm coming home To the warmth And It's madness Who do you think you are?

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

With you here, I am home But here won't last too long The hardest love is when you're gone, no Keep running back to the last time Tell me everything’s in you baby And all your welcoming words never phase me Your hazy, welcoming eyes were my safety Tell