Sweet Home Alabama Lyrics by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Maintenance of these wheels on the rotation
Carry me for house, in order to see my trunks
Sing Songs over the south
I miss Alabamy again
And I think its a Sin,

Well I heard Mr. Junge to sing over it
Well I heard ole Neil to set it down
Well I hope Neil boy me remind
A southern man does not need it somehow around

Sweet Home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I come home to you

In Birmingham they love the automatic controller
Now we did all, what we could do
Now Watergate does not disturb me
Does your conscientiousness disturb it?
Say the truth

Sweet Home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I come home to you
Here I come Alabama

Now the Swampers has muscle masses
And it admits, in order to select a Song or two
They receive lord me away as much
They fetch me, if I feel blue
Now as over it?

Sweet Home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Hauptalabama
Lord, I come home to you

Sweet Home Alabama
Oh sweet main baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the automatic controller applicable
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I come home to you
Yea, yea Montgomerys the answer receive