Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
There's something about the Southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a Yankee He was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the Southland in the springtime