Lynyrd Skynyrd - Sweet Home Alabama lyrics

Turn it up

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

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

Sweet home Alabama

Where the skies are so blue

Sweet home Alabama

Lord, I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor, 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

Sweet home Alabama

Where the skies are so blue

Sweet home Alabama

Lord, I'm coming home to you, here I come Alabama

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?

Sweet home Alabama

Where the skies are so blue

Sweet home Alabama

Lord, I'm coming home to you

Sweet home Alabama, oh sweet home

Where the skies are so blue and the Governor's true

Sweet home Alabama

Lord, I'm coming home to you, yeah yeh

Songwriters: Ronnie Van Zant / Gary Robert Rossington / Edward C. King

Sweet Home Alabama lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Bruce Springsteen Glory days lyrics

I had a friend was a big baseball player

Back in high school

He could throw that speed ball by you

Make you look like a fool boy

Saw him the other night at this roadside bar

I was walking in, he was walking out

We went back inside sat down had a few drinks

But all he kept talking about was

Glory days, well they'll pass you by

Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye

Glory days, glory days

Well there's a girl that lives up the block

Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads

Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by

And have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed

Her and her husband Bobby, well they split up

I guess it's two years gone by now

We just sit around talking about the old times,

She says when she feels like crying

She starts laughing thinking about

Glory days well they'll pass you by

Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye

Glory days, glory days

I think I'm going down to the well tonight

And I'm going to drink till I get my fill

And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it

But I probably will

Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture

A little of the glory of, well time slips away

And leaves you with nothing mister but

Boring stories of glory days

Glory days well they'll pass you by

Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye

Glory days, glory days

Well they'll pass you by

Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye

Glory days, glory days

Well alright oo yeah

Well alright come on now

Well alright oo yeah

Well alright come on now

With you, with you, with you, with you

All right boys keep it rocking now

Keep on going, we gonna go home now

Bring it home, yeah bring it home

Alright, alright, well alright, well alright, well alright, well alright

Well alright, alright, alright, let's go

Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen

Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing