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Southern dream, brown skinned doll,
I met her on the beach down in Panama.
Said "Look me up if you get back home,
It'd be a crying shame for us to sleep alone."

Now I'm 27 miles outside of Augusta at a bar that doesn't have a name,
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama" for the one paying customer,
Drinking til I couldn't spell my name.
There's a pretty little girl waiting for me down in Macon,
But it's safe to say I probably shouldn't drive.
(I've) had a damn good ride, all I've really learned from living is
Nobody's gonna make it out alive.

I'm out of gas and out of time,
Maybe I'll head home for a couple nights.
Sleep on the coach at an ex-girlfriend's house,
Then hit the highway and keep heading South.

Now I'm 27 miles outside of Augusta at a bar that doesn't have a name,
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama" for the one paying customer,
Drinking til I couldn't spell my name.
There's a pretty little girl waiting for me down in Macon,
But it's safe to say I probably shouldn't drive.
(I've) had a damn good ride, all I've really learned from living is
Nobody's gonna make it out alive.

She showed up and brought a friend,
He's not her boyfriend but don't tell him.
Now I ain't a chicken but I don't wanna be fried,
I sent em both a cold beer and I left with a smile.

Now I'm 27 miles outside of Augusta at a bar that doesn't have a name,
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama" for the one paying customer,
Drinking til I couldn't spell my name.
There's a pretty little girl waiting for me down in Macon,
But it's safe to say I probably shouldn't drive.
(I've) had a damn good ride, all I've really learned from living is
Nobody's gonna make it out alive. Yeah, nobody's gonna make it out alive.
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Southern dream, brown skinned doll,
I met her on the beach down in Panama.
Said "Look me up if you get back home,
It'd be a crying shame for us to sleep alone."

Now I'm 27 miles outside of Augusta at a bar that doesn't have a name,
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama" for the one paying customer,
Drinking til I couldn't spell my name.
There's a pretty little girl waiting for me down in Macon,
But it's safe to say I probably shouldn't drive.
(I've) had a damn good ride, all I've really learned from living is
Nobody's gonna make it out alive.

I'm out of gas and out of time,
Maybe I'll head home for a couple nights.
Sleep on the coach at an ex-girlfriend's house,
Then hit the highway and keep heading South.

Now I'm 27 miles outside of Augusta at a bar that doesn't have a name,
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama" for the one paying customer,
Drinking til I couldn't spell my name.
There's a pretty little girl waiting for me down in Macon,
But it's safe to say I probably shouldn't drive.
(I've) had a damn good ride, all I've really learned from living is
Nobody's gonna make it out alive.

She showed up and brought a friend,
He's not her boyfriend but don't tell him.
Now I ain't a chicken but I don't wanna be fried,
I sent em both a cold beer and I left with a smile.

Now I'm 27 miles outside of Augusta at a bar that doesn't have a name,
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama" for the one paying customer,
Drinking til I couldn't spell my name.
There's a pretty little girl waiting for me down in Macon,
But it's safe to say I probably shouldn't drive.
(I've) had a damn good ride, all I've really learned from living is
Nobody's gonna make it out alive. Yeah, nobody's gonna make it out alive.
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Writer: RONALD MICHAEL POPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.

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