Текст песни Lynyrd Skynyrd - Sweet home Alabama

1, 2, 3Turn it upBig wheels keep on turningCarry me home to see my kinSinging songs about the SouthlandI miss Alabamy once againAnd I think it's a sin, yesWell I heard mister Young sing about herWell, I heard ol' Neil put her downWell, I hope Neil Young will rememberA Southern man don't need him around, anyhowSweet home AlabamaWhere the skies are so blueSweet Home AlabamaLord, I'm coming home to youIn Birmingham they love the governor, (boo! boo! boo!)Now we all did what we could do

Now Watergate does not bother meDoes your conscience bother you?Tell the truthSweet home AlabamaWhere the skies are so blueSweet Home AlabamaLord, I'm coming home to youNow Muscle Shoals has got the SwampersAnd they've been known to pick a song or twoLord they get me off so muchThey pick me up when I'm feeling blueNow how about you?Sweet home AlabamaWhere the skies are so blueSweet Home AlabamaLord, I'm coming home to youC'mon, Pop. Don't let it stop there
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