Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
I met my baby in Montgomery she was sweet like honey
I love her so much I wake up and go to church on Sunday
Im not religious but you make me ask the lord for forgiveness
Cuz ima keep on sinning just to get more of them kisses
Uh huh its just me Gwalla and Ky
Smoken you know that we high rolling up blunts and we roll with the tide
And you know that we fly so cool I give you cold chills
Its so real from Chattanooga to Mobile yeeaahh
Sweet home Alabama
She's a bad mama jama
Said she love my country grammar
Sweet home Alabama
Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
We don't smoke no skimpers
Lord knows Ima sinner
Feel like Lynyrd Skynyrd blowin on woods no splinters
Ky and Shawn blow vegas crib on country acres
I ain't got no neighbors sweet home Talladega
Ringgold to Atlanta man that used to be my homeland but now Im just a rambler
Nanny was a saint and my Papaw was a gambler
And I just play the guitar like Santana
Sweet home Alabama
She's a bad mama jama
Said she love my country grammar
Sweet home Alabama
Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
Sweet Alabama (feat. Frank Gwalla & Ky Rodgers) Video (MV)
Performed By: Shawn Douglas
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: George Sayegh, Kylan Rodgers, Shawn Inman
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Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
I met my baby in Montgomery she was sweet like honey
I love her so much I wake up and go to church on Sunday
Im not religious but you make me ask the lord for forgiveness
Cuz ima keep on sinning just to get more of them kisses
Uh huh its just me Gwalla and Ky
Smoken you know that we high rolling up blunts and we roll with the tide
And you know that we fly so cool I give you cold chills
Its so real from Chattanooga to Mobile yeeaahh
Sweet home Alabama
She's a bad mama jama
Said she love my country grammar
Sweet home Alabama
Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
We don't smoke no skimpers
Lord knows Ima sinner
Feel like Lynyrd Skynyrd blowin on woods no splinters
Ky and Shawn blow vegas crib on country acres
I ain't got no neighbors sweet home Talladega
Ringgold to Atlanta man that used to be my homeland but now Im just a rambler
Nanny was a saint and my Papaw was a gambler
And I just play the guitar like Santana
Sweet home Alabama
She's a bad mama jama
Said she love my country grammar
Sweet home Alabama
Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
I met my baby in Montgomery she was sweet like honey
I love her so much I wake up and go to church on Sunday
Im not religious but you make me ask the lord for forgiveness
Cuz ima keep on sinning just to get more of them kisses
Uh huh its just me Gwalla and Ky
Smoken you know that we high rolling up blunts and we roll with the tide
And you know that we fly so cool I give you cold chills
Its so real from Chattanooga to Mobile yeeaahh
Sweet home Alabama
She's a bad mama jama
Said she love my country grammar
Sweet home Alabama
Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
We don't smoke no skimpers
Lord knows Ima sinner
Feel like Lynyrd Skynyrd blowin on woods no splinters
Ky and Shawn blow vegas crib on country acres
I ain't got no neighbors sweet home Talladega
Ringgold to Atlanta man that used to be my homeland but now Im just a rambler
Nanny was a saint and my Papaw was a gambler
And I just play the guitar like Santana
Sweet home Alabama
She's a bad mama jama
Said she love my country grammar
Sweet home Alabama
Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
Yeeaahhh big blunts keep on burnin
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss ol Bamy once again and I think its a sin
Writer: George Sayegh, Kylan Rodgers, Shawn Inman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid