Lyrics:
a "Thunder Road" to make the wheels roll down the highway
Yeah, we all need a "Sweet Home Alabama" when you wanna play air guitar
A little "Lean on Me" when
I was feeling like a hero ten feet tall
She's my sweet country girl
In her cabin by the waterfall
She grows the best tomatoes
In a garden where
Back in our stompin' grounds
These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss in the bed of an old silverado
To the sound Alabama sweet home on the stereo
We
Slide out ya clothes
And baby take off your shoes
That coochie got me so confused
That I don't know what to do
(Taste so sweet) daddy, divine
I got
one place that I wanna be
I'll be in Alabama, Tennessee or Kentucky
No matter where I roam it's always home
Hit 65 and I'll be gone
I'm heading south
love and we gonna change our world, that's right
We got love, we got love
We got love and we gonna change our world, that's right
I made my home out
love and we gonna change our world, that's right
We got love, we got love
We got love and we gonna change our world, that's right
I made my home out
To spend some time with my little sweet thing
Call up all your girls, I'll call the free fam
We'll light up by the fire, I'll be playing my guitar
we drink too much on Friday nights
Raise our hand in the neon lights
Sweet Home Alabama and a Ring of Fire
I could sing along 'til the day I die
ears have ever known
Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones
Country comforts and the road that's going home
Down at the mill they've got a new
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
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
behind
A dollar in his pocket and a woman on his mind
You can pick out almost anything you choose
Play 'Sweet Home Alabama' or let Waylon sing
"People are dying, they don't have
Homes, they don't have jobs
The city of New Orleans
Will never be the same now let's get
Off your asses and let's
country boy is standing tall
Hustling crew, Dipping screw
Make that paper, that's what we do
Girls big, tea sweet
House shoes up on my feet
Bass hard, muddy
Mount Cheaha is my Everest
And the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised
And I think I'll stay awhile
Sing about sweet home
One, spending my day sweating It's a long one, sitting by the fire
Drinking a cold one
Country, I'm a country boy living that life, working in the sun
of these crackerjackers
People claiming that they badder than us
Flows big like an a rang a tang a
Fuck a racist sweet home Alabama
Babajide don dagger
the flag flying always
Got a little down home feel
When you step into its streets
Cause I got pride for my country
And I'm proud of my roots
And I take
Or the endless fields of golden bales
Wherever I go is my home sweet home
Every note is my home sweet home
Never this heart's beating alone
Cause the rambling
crank it up like a country party
Crank it up crank it up like a country party
Liquor in my cup I'm about to out drink everybody
Country girls dancing
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
called me by my name, just "hillbilly"
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures
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
You
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