Lyrics:
Yoda ain't got nothing
Bane ain't got nothing on my boy Alabama Chance
Brad ain't got nothing
Mark ain't nothing on my boy Alabama Chance
Chance's
Thirty two teeth in a jawbone
Alabama's tryin' for none
Before I have to hit him
I hope he's got the sense to run
Reason the poor girls love him
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
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
Alabama Man!
Alabama Man!
Hey Ho!
Alabama Man!
I like pie!
I like pie!
Apple Pie!
I like pie!
Alabama Man!
Alabama Man!
Hey Ho!
Alabama Man!
Meat
When the Alabamas keel was laid
Roll Alabama roll
She was laid in the yard of johnathon laird
Oh roll Alabama roll
She was laid in the yard
Alabama, Alabama, Alabama
We from-we from Alabama, Alabama, Alabama, we crunk, we crunk
Fire up the grill cause I'm comin with a slab
Fire up
Hey Alabama
Hey Alabama
No Ohio
Hey Alabama
Hey Alabama
No Ohio
Woo hoo
Woo ooo ooo
Hey Alabama
Hey Alabama
No Ohio
Hey Alabama
Hey Alabama
No Ohio
Thirty two teeth in a jawbone
Alabama cryin' for none
Before I have to hit him
I hope he's got the sense to run
Reason those poor girls love
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Catching Walleye from the dock
Watching the waves roll off
and she gotta go
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Catching Walleye from the dock
Watching the waves roll off
then she gotta go
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose
then she gotta go
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City, yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose
It's time to start the party
(Alabama nights)
Come on let's get it started
(Alabama nights)
Holding down all my liquor
Dancing has made me sicker
I
Alabama nigga in the Bessemer City Limit
Alabama nigga in the Birmingham limits
Alabama nigga go to Mobile and get it
Headed back to Bessemer in
Who's that sneakin' down the fire escape
Who's that peekin' through the garden gate
Who's on the loose, but can't be found
Big Daddy's Alabama
Cause I got the cheddar
She see me on tv
She wrote me a letter
I don't gotta pay
She just wanna lay
Ima Alabama nigga
Ima Alabama nigga
Ima Alabama nigga
She's driving out of Alabama
Because Alabama did her wrong
She's driving out of Alabama
Because it's time for getting gone
She's driving out
Alabama
Alabama
Alabama
Alabama
I bet that's where you were
For an entire week
Do you know where I was
While you were on the beach
I was begging
I keep talkin' ‘bout the water
I keep talkin' ‘bout the rain
It falls so hard in Alabama
Where things they never seem to change
Back down where my
need some rest
From the work
From the pain
From the hurt
From the rain
And the Alabama weather
So damn clever with the metaphors it makes
When I'm upset,
Alabama earth
Alabama earth
Alabama earth, red red dirt
Alabama earth, red red dirt
I roll around on the Alabama ground, and I'm redder than a red
Alabama your beautiful sunlight your fields are so recent potatoes and corn
Alabama your crimson red clover all mingle around the old place I was
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