Sweet Alabama Home Lyrics

Why don't you bring along your guitar, your mouth harp

Meet me in the front yard

You play Ida Red and I will sing along

Here in our sweet Alabama home

Gather up your soft talk, laughter

Kind of love everybody's after

We'll spend the day

Beneath the sun and the clouds

We don't have much

But it's all ours

They might have April in Paris

We've got all year

Autumn in New York

Man they ought to see it here

Listen to the stories told by

An orchestra of cicadas

That you don't read about

In your glossy magazines

It's just one note

In a southern symphony

Hearts in San Francisco

Get left behind

But the two living down this road

Are beating right on time

And we hope you come and see us if you can

Sure would like to get to know you

Show you a good time

Don't plan to stay too long

But you can come on by

You're gonna like the way the Earth feels

When we're walking out in the old field

Watching heaven starring the foolish moon

Yeah ole Hollywood hasn't got a clue

Stars don't fall in California

They just burn out

London is calling

What's all the fuss about

Why don't you bring along your guitar, your mouth harp

Come on meet me in the front yard

You play Ida Red and I will sing along

Here in our sweet Alabama home

Here in our sweet Alabama home