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In Birmingham they love the governor, fool fool fool
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 about 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 baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor’s true
Sweet home Alabama, Lordy
Lord I’m coming home to you
THE FIRST CUT IS THE DEEPEST
WRITTEN BY YUSUF ISLAM
PUBLISHED BY UNIVERSAL - MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING, A DIVISION OF UNIVERSAL STUDIOS, INC. O/B/O SALAFA LTD. (BMI) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
© 1967
I would have given you all of my heart
But there’s someone who’s torn it apart
And he’s taken just all that I had
But if you want I’ll try to love again
Baby I’ll try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
But when it comes to bein’ lucky he’s cursed
When it comes to lovin’ me he’s worst
I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I’ve cried
And I’m sure gonna give you a try
If you want I’ll try to love again, try
Baby I’ll try to love again but I know, oh
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
But when it comes to bein’ lucky he’s cursed
And when it comes to lovin’ me he’s worst
I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I’ve cried
But I’m sure gonna give you a try
‘Cause if you want I’ll try to love again
Baby I’ll try to love again but I know, oh
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(SITTIN’ ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY
WRITTEN BY OTIS REDDING AND STEVE CROPPER
PUBLISHED BY IRVING MUSIC, INC. (BMI)
© 1968
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ come
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch ‘em roll away again, yeah
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooh just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the ‘Frisco bay
‘Cause I’ve had nothing to live for
Look like nothin’s gonna come my way
So I’m just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooh sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
Looks like nothing’s gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same
Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home
Now I’m just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
SWEET HOME ALABAMA
WRITTEN BY RONNIE VAN ZANT, GARY ROSSINGTON, EDWIN C. KING
PUBLISHED BY UNIVERSAL -DUCHESS MUSIC CORPORATION O/B/O ITSELF AND EMI/LONGITUDE MUSIC CO. /UNIVERSAL - ON BACKSTREET MUSIC, INC. O/B/O ITSELF AND
EMI/FULL KEEL MUSIC CO. (BMI/ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
© 1974
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think it’s a sin
Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ol’ 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
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