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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSweet Home Alabama
Big wheels keep on turningCarry me home to see my kinSinging songs about the SouthlandI miss Alabamy once againAnd I think its a sin, yesWell I heard Mister Young sing about herWell, I heard ole 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 governorNow we all did what we could doNow 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 youHere I come AlabamaYou dont gotta be from down here to get along just fine,being southern is a state of mindSweet home AlabamaWhere the skies are so blueSweet Home AlabamaLord, I'm coming home to youSweet home AlabamaOh so sweet...Where the skies are so blueAnd the governor's trueSweet Home AlabamaLordyLord, I'm coming home to youYea, yea Montgomery's got the answer
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