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stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue

Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue

Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air 
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see 

Constant commentary by the wayside
of Alabama

Yeah, nothing against the crimson tide
I just need that girl here by my side
And I know if I get my way
Alabama's gonna be crying that day

Yeah,
them ol' grey mules 

The farm grew to be a moneymaker 
And the house he lived in grew up room by room 
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' all summer long
Southern man, you sure are pretty,
Got a smile to still the city,
And Lord, you know, you got those sleepy eyes.
Alabama sweet-talking baby,
land
Am
Walkin' down an alabama road

And he went by the name of william moore
Now what are you doing william moore
D g am
Why the letter in your
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
Mobile Alabama DJ 

Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabama
We hang out in a funky little bar 
They call it
old gray mules

The farm grew to be a money maker
And the house he lived in
Grew up room by room
The boy worked hard
But soon got tired of farmin'
She was young and she was pretty a victim of a rich man's whim
When she met a wealthy gentleman Big Ben Colson and she had a child by him
Well he
By now in New York City
There's snow on the ground
And out in California
The sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis
Graceland's all in
I said, momma don't you worry
I'm gettin' by just fine out on the road

Yea tonight we play in Knoxville
And tomorrow night its back to music
Probably never made a single person cold,
but I can't say the same for me. I've done it many times.

Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.
History can never be made by one man  we must smash this one quickly 
History is made only by the masses of the people  this is clear 
Even
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet
the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.

She
Dropped, chopped, Alabama chrome.
Hey what the hell it runs, so
The day is done so
Let’s have some fun so.
Your's very truly,
-As Is.

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