Sweet Home Alabama Counting Crows

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss my family once again and I think it's a sin

Well I heard Mr. Young sing about her
Then I heard Ol' Neil put her down
Oh I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow
Here we go

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you
Here I'm comin'

Well in Muscle Shoals they got the swampers
They've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they let me off so much
It picks me up when I'm feelin' blue
Now how about you

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you

Well in Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Oh Watergate pisses me off so much
And now does your conscience bother you, tell me true