I moved on down to

[Piggy]

sweet home Alabama in 1974,
Had to get out of Music City and I had to get off the road
Woman, she left and the people wouldn't let me sing nothin' but them old
sad songs
Had to get high so I wouldn't cry, you know they hit pretty close to home

[Piggy]

I'm feelin' better
Now that I'm back on the road
Getting' it together
Between Macon and Muscle Shoals
I started turnin' up loud and looking at the crowd and bendin' them
guitar strings
Knew all the while, though it was my style could they ever forget my
name
Rocked 'ed in Raleigh, knocked 'em outta Nashville, just couldn't do no
wrong
People went wild and the band said, "Child, better keep on playin' your
songs"

Well, my life ain't the same and I had to change and I hope this music
will show
A little bit less of cryin' in the beer and a little of my own soul
Waylon and Toy and all them boys, I wanna say thanks to you
Your fiddle and your steel make me play what I feel and I don't feel
lovesick blues



All came together in my sweet Alabama home
And I'm through forever of tryin' to put everybody on
And I'm feelin' better, I got hurt but I'm back on the road

Getting' it together
had to eat a little cornbread

I've been eatin' that cornbread, sleepin' on a featherbed
Drinkin' that homegrown, writin' some new songs, do it on, get home
Eat a little cornbread, lovin on a featherbed
Smokin' that homegrown, write a few new songs.this here music's
homegrown