The calloused hands upon the plow I loved you then and I love you now, Reuben James Reuben James Reuben James, you still walk the furrowed field of my mind The faded shirt, the weathered brow In my song you live again And the phrases that I rhyme 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