Lyrics:
Wallace, Bear Bryant and Ronnie Van Zant
Now Ronnie Van Zant wasn't from Alabama, he was
From Florida He was a huge Neil Young fan
But in the tradition
Wallace, Bear Bryant, and Ronnie Van Zandt.
Now, Ronnie Van Zandt wasn't from Alabama, he was from Florida.
He was a huge Neil Young fan.
But, in
eyes,[00:16.12]Played the game, won the prize[00:20.07]I was workin' on a ranch in Dundee Alabama,[00:24.48]Bustin' broncos, hard work, easy pay[00:29.05]I met a girl
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
I'm a fan of honky-tonks, cut off jeans
Swimmin' barefoot in a muddy creek
Cold beer in my hand and four by fours kickin' up the sand
Rednecks, hippies,
can leave on
While they're trying steal a first kiss
Spring breakers need a fast one by a bonfire
A little margarita on their lips
Every fan needs
I call her Hannah Alabama
(Hannah)
I call her Hannah Alabama
(HANNAH)
Tryna put you in that Prada
(That Prada)
Yea I heard you like Selene Dior
wishing I was rolling by with
Alabama High-Test
Alabama High-Test
Alabama High-Test
Got me in a big mess
Higher then a wildcat
They're gonna put me in
Her Momma named her Alabama Black
She was born just south of Memphis
Down by the river in a worn out shack
She must have walked a thousand miles
care I'm still going to be a crimson wearing roll tide yelling fan yeah
Roll tide, Alabama's taking the field
Roll tide, I'm gonna say it with pride
I'll
stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue
Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' all
stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue
Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' all
say home is where you hang your hat
But it's hard when you a music man
Gotta give my heart and soul every night to another fan
From Alabama out
love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' all summer long
love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama" all summer long
Singing
the night or the
Paper in his hand when
You found your daddy there swinging
From the ceiling fan
By that belt you fucking hated
That left the marks i don’t
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan
1981
Went out for some smokes
Then I headed home
Alabama
Picked up by some folks
Took me to the woods
Beat me bloody
I begged them for my life
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Alabama blue
Yeah, you're strugglin'
Outside, mumblin'
Walkin' by everyone, each day, tumblin'
I
they will not be judged by the color of their skin
But by the content of their character
I have a dream today
I have a dream that one day
Down in Alabama
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