文本歌词

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabama once again
And I think it's a sin, yes
I heard mister Young sing about her
I heard ole Neil put her down
I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need
him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Woo~
Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you
Now tell the truth
Sweet Home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
You don't gotta be from down here
to get along just fine
Being southern is a state of mind
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Sweet home Alabama
Oh so sweet
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Oh, just singin' so sweet
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Oh coming home
Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home
sweet home Alabama
sweet home, oh sweet home