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Santa Clause can’t be from Alabama. He’d have shot all of the reindeer and put them on the hood of his truck.
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D C G (same cords, each line)
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the south-land
I miss ‘ole’ ‘bamy once again – And I think it’s a sin, yes
(music)
D C G (same cords, each line)
Well I heard Mister Young sing about her
Well I heard old Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A southern man don’t need him around anyhow
D C G (same cords, each line)
Sweet home Alabama. Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama. Lord, I’m coming home to you
D C G
In Birmingham they love the Gov’nor, ( F C D ) boo hoo ooo
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you? – Tell the truth
D C G (same cords, each line)
Sweet home Alabama. Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama. Lord, I’m coming home to you
D C G (same cords, each line)
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they’ve been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I’m feeling blue – Now how bout you?
D C G (same cords, each line)
Sweet home Alabama. Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama. Lord, I’m coming home to you
D C G (same cords, each line)
Sweet home Alabama. Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama. Lord, I’m coming home to you
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