Lyrics:
Turn it up
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
freak, fat and sloppy
I kick on back and I watch her mouth
Two tons of fun, big mama jama
A country-girl from Alabama
I met this freak, her name was
freak, fat and sloppy
I kick on back and I watch her mouth
Two tons of fun, big mama jama
A country-girl from Alabama
I met this freak, her name was
a try
And now this rapper from Tampa got a country side
Got my boots at Duke's on a Wednesday
Do the same thing Moon on a Friday
Out there with
knew you are why I write so
Run away with me
I sleep so much better by your side
Alabama could be a pretty sweet home for you and I.
A pretty sweet home
her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her on the way
flowers and winter with snow
Alabama so sweet to my mem'ry you shine like a light on a beautiful hill
Alabama in days of my childhood I played there
You boys ever met a real country girl?
Talkin', true blue, out in the woods, down home, country (uh)
She's a hot little number in her pick-up
hate how they yell, "Roll Tide"
When I got a Braves hat on my head
And I love Lynyrd Skynyrd
But Lord, I hate Sweet Home
'Cause when I hear it all
nights
(Ooh)
There ain't nothin' like (ooh)
Them Alabama nights (ooh)
There ain't nothin' like (ooh)
Alabama
Country, crimson
Down home livin'
Where's all the country girls in the house?
Get up on your feet
Hot little number in her pick-up truck
Daddy's sweet money done jacked it up
any how
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor
Now
any how
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor
Now
Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home
I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs
Then I heard about the barrooms just
time in Times Square
But now my wheels, they're rollin' southward
Heaven's comin' into view, oh yeah
Home sweet home is Alabama
That's what I look
say home is where you hang your hat
But it's hard when you a music man
Gotta give my heart and soul every night to another fan
From Alabama out
you home tonight
Oh, Lord, where'd everybody go
Oh hell yeah, we're all right here getting country twisted
Oh my God, oh hell yeah, I heard it
Turn it up
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
any how
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor
Now
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 Gov'nor, boo hoo
Leaving sweet home Alabama
Got my pistols by my side
I always turn to the music
I love to hear that freebird fly
I'm leaving sweet home Alabama
With
I love me a good country girl
Something about her
But, you know what?
My mama tried to warn me
Son?
You eat a country girl cooking
You ain't coming
race
Busche beer my medicine
Copenhagen let's pack a lip
Then let's go cow tip
Roll tide, roll tide, roll tide, roll tide
Sweet Alabama and my bitch,
Cornfields and beans stretching for miles
Sittin' on a porch wearin' a smile
And singin' a country song
Well y'all better sing along
No offense to Sweet Home
.jpg/300px-The_Blind_Boys_of_Alabama_Cosmopolite_2018_(202624).jpg "The Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama")
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