Letra de Alaba

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
Miss my Alabama once again
And I think its a sin, yeah

I heard Mister Young sing about her
I heard ole Neil put her down
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 coming home to you