Sweet wheels keep on turning, carry me home to my kin

Singing songs about the South now, I miss Alabama, once again I think it's a sin

I heard Mr. Young sung about her, I heard old Neil put her down

Well I hope Neil Young will remember, Alabama don't need him 'round anyhow



(chorus)

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue

Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you



In Birmingham they lost the Governor, we did what we could do

No Watergate it does not bother me, does your conscience bother you?



The carpetbaggers tried to swamp us, but to the Klan we all stand true

Lord the Klan they give me so much, they pick me up when I'm feeling blue,

how 'bout you?