Big_ wheels keep on turn-in'. car-ry me home to see my kin_. Sing-in' songs a-bout the south-land, I miss 'ol 'Bam-ee once a-gain and I think it's a sin,_ yes.
Well, I heard Mis-ter Young sing a-bout her. Well,-I-heard-old-Neil--put-'er-down. Well, I hope Neil Young will re-mem-ber: A south-ern ma-an don't need him a-round an-y-how! Swe-et Home Al-a-bam-a, where the skies are so blue. Swe-et Home Al-a-bam-a. Lord, I'm com-ing home to You.
In Bir-ming-ha-m, they love the gov-nor. Boo, boo, boo! Now, we all di-d what we could do. Now, Wat-er-ga-te does not-a both-er me. Does your con-science both-er you, tell the truth. Swe-et Home Al-a-bam-a, where the skies are so blue. Swe-et Home Al-a-bam-a. Lord, I'm com-ing home to You. Here I come, Al-a-bam-a!
In Mus-cle Sho-als, they've got the Swam-pers, and they've been kno-wn to pick a song or two. Lord, they get me off so much. They pick me up when I'm fee-lin' blue, now ba-by how 'bout you? Swe-et Home Al-a-bam-a, where the skies are so blue. Swe-et Home Al-a-bam-a. Lord, I'm com-ing home to You.
Swe-et Home Al-a-bam-a. Oh, sweet home. Where the skies are so blue, and the gov-nor's true. Swe-et Home Al-a-bam-a. Lo-rd-y! Lord, I'm com-ing home to You. Ye-ah, yeah!
