Skrewdriver - Sweet Home Alabama Lyrics
Sweet wheels keep on turning, carry me home to my kinSinging songs about the South now, I miss Alabama, once again I think it's a sinI heard Mr. Young sung about her, I heard old Neil put her downWell I hope Neil Young will remember, Alabama don't need him 'round anyhow-(chorus)Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blueSweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you-In Birmingham they lost the Governor, we did what we could doNo Watergate it does not bother me, does your conscience bother you?-The carpetbaggers tried to swamp us, but to the Klan we all stand trueLord the Klan they give me so much, they pick me up when I'm feeling blue,how 'bout you?