Stella ha scritto mar, 17 dicembre 2002 19:43
Big wheels keep on turnin',
Carry me home to see my kin.
Singin' songs about the southland.
I miss ole 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin.
Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her.
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down.
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A "Southern Man" don't need him around anyhow.
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm comin' home to you.
In Birmingham they love the guv'nor. (Boo Ooh Hoo)
Now we all did what we could do.
Now Watergate does not bother me,
Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth.
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm comin' home to you.
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a tune or two.
Lord, they get me off so much,
They pick me up when I'm feelin' blue, now how 'bout you?
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm comin' home to you.
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm comin' home to you.