We're coming home tonight So mama, don't stress your mind Mama, mama, mama, hey Hey, mama, don't stress your mind Hey, ma, we gonna be alright Dry those eyes We'll be back in the morning when the sun starts to rise Where should we run to? Don't wanna

You know on every pay day She'd be standing around the landing crying You know love make you do things you don't want to do Your little trouble is coming home some day You know I had a job on the levee I had a good looking woman who lived in Hughes I had

You know on every pay day She'd be standing around the landing crying You know love make you do things you don't want to do Your little trouble is coming home some day You know I had a job on the levee I had a good looking woman who lived in Hughes I had

I, I been gone I been gone too long singing my songs on the road. Another town, one more show and I'm coming home. Don't give a damn what these keys I hold I'm gonna knock down that front door, and I'ma find out what that house is made of. Been too many

Yeah, ah, ah You can chase the lights You can chase the fame Used to be the captain of the cheer team Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen Don't sell yourself long girl You must be confused You ain't even blonde girl Or even true to your roots

I know just what I need To find my way back to Tennessee To Southern, is so sweet And find my way back to Tennessee I'm on the road now I'm coming home now Fancy cars and diamond rings I seen all kinds of shiny things I should be feelin' like a king

Thomas Jefferson’s coming home Mr. Jefferson, welcome home Seventeen, se- se- seventeen Se- se- seventeen Seventeen eighty-nine How does the bastard orphan, immigrant decorated war vet Unite the colonies through more debt? Fight the other founding

Pistol of fire Go hug your sister Ah, where is it you want to take me? Ah, where is it you want to go? Ah, wrapping up the morning's coming Ah, home before the rooster crows It's gonna tickle Shattered the frame Go love your sister

Every night every night every night every night I'm coming home to you My mind is made up My feelings changed and You could let me know I won't blame you I'm coming home to you (I'm coming home) I'm the colorless sunrise That's never good enough

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