I've been waiting for the day You knew it was coming either way But I'm freer than I've ever been Something that you've never been Why am I waking up out of my sleep Thinking of ya babe You had a hold on me

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't

If you don't look into your mind and find out what you're running from tomorrow might just be another day to run If you just sit and waste your time you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that) tomorrow might be just another day to run

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

I'll make you run faster, faster, faster, flashlight Flashlight, get outta my way, get outta my way 'cause I can't lose Flashlight, get outta my way, get outta my way I'm coming through I'll make you run oh, I'll make you run, oh And you think I'm still

'Cause I got new girls, new problems I won't waste no time thinking about you anymore I won't waste no time talking about you anymore Uhh baby got got another another thing coming You used to say That all it takes is a dollar and a daydream, But now

I'm already ready to go I'm already thinking 'bout leavin' Gotta get you back in my shirt Get you out that dress Everybody at the party is checking your body I don't even mind it 'cause you're coming with me, girl And I know it's only seven thirty-two

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

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

Ooh, oh, whoa-oh Thinking of you, thinking of you I'm thinking of you Wanna be with you I wasn't looking for a romance Blue skies but I'm in the dark Waiting on someone that gotta pick me up Ooh, I'm coming right back Tried to forget about you and no