Sweet, Domestic Alabama (Lynyrd Skynyrd)

Language: Russian

Not much to say about this one that it doesn't say for itself.

-Jessi

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Beveled gears hold on to the turn,
they bear me toward the house.
In order to see my songs,
and sing with kin about the southern earth,
I pass Alabama again and
I think kindly, "there is sin, yes."

I heard that young mister
was ripe about the land, in the best way. I heard that
old Neil put the land down, in the best way.
I hope young Neil will recall that
Southern persons are always around.

Sweet, domestic Alabama
where the skies will be blue,
sweet domestic lord of Alabama,
I come home to you.

In Birmingham, they love their governor now.
Everything they did is everything we could make them do.
Now Watergate don't bother me –
do we make your conscience bother you?
Say truth.

Sweet, domestic Alabama
where the skies will be blue,
sweet domestic lord of Alabama,
I come home to you.
Here's where I'm coming, Alabama.

Now the muscle shoal has got Swampers
and they were zany, that selected the lord's song.
They get so much of me;
they selected me up when I felt blue.
What about you?

Sweet, domestic Alabama
where the skies will be blue,
sweet domestic lord of Alabama,
I come home to you.
The sweet domestic baby of Alabama,
oh sweet, domestic, where the skies're therefore blue
and the governor will be truly
a sweet domestic lord,
the lord of Alabama.
I come home to you, yeah, yeah,
Montgomery has got the answer