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

Last of a dyin' breed Oh, feel the breeze, I've been around playin' and gamblin' but lord I'm free An open highway's all I'll ever need I hear that highway callin'! Saddle up baby, ride up close to me Last of the dyin' breed Got a pocket full of memories

Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah) I came here to slay shit (yeah, yeah) All night I'ma work the grave-shift (Lord, Lord) These drugs I'm on, they ain't nothing to play with (sky high) I can't feel my face, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) When I pull up on ya

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show I

And this bird you can not change But, if I stayed here with you, girl Things just couldn't be the same Cause I'm as free as a bird now Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Lord knows, I can't change If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be

Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Sometimes I look up to the sky When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag I don't care where they go Don't waste your money on my gravestone I'm more concerned about my soul Everybody's gon' die

Flying high in the friendly sky Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no Rest of the folks are tired and weary Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down. I go the place where danger awaits me And it's bound to forsake me. So stupid minded. I can't

All I have is a song Oh you know I ain't complainin' 'Cause I can tell, lord its just your plan So I thank you for what I have And that's a song These ol' white lines on the highway Lord its all I know Seems like I've been out all my life But I just

Mother of my skies, why you always gotta intervene? (Uh) You called to see if I was home then Sleeping in, get boring, uh My landlord tripping off my speakers 'cause the low end You pull up with no warning, uh This the season for us growing Let's go deep

And this bird you can not change But, if I stayed here with you, girl Things just couldn't be the same Cause I'm as free as a bird now Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Lord knows, I can't change If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be