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moved on down to sweet home alabama in 1974
had to get out of music city and i had to get off the road
woman she left me
the people wouldn't let me sing nothin but them old sad songs,
had to get high so i wouldn't cry you known they hit pretty close to home
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i'm feelin better now that i'm back on the road
gettin it together between Macon and Muscle shoals
i started turninn it loud and lookin to the crowd and bendin them guitar strings,
knew all the while that it was my style could they ever forget my name
rocked through Raleigh Knocked em out of Knoxville just coundn't do no wrong
people went wild and the band said child better keep on playing your songs
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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 and the beer and a little of my own soul
waylon and toy and all of them boys i want to say thanks to you
your fiddle and your steel make me play what i feel and i don't feel lovesick blues
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i'm feelin better maybe eat a little corn bread
been eatin that corn bread lovin on the feather bed smokein that homegrown writin some new songs they won't do you wrong oh eat a little corn bread lovin on the feather bed drinkin that homegrown writin some new songs this hear music's homegrown
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You wore out a brand new trunk a packin' and unpackin' your junk
Your daddy's mad he done got peeved you're gonna change or I'm a gonna leave
You're gonna change your way of livin' change the things you do
Stop doin' all the things that you oughtn't to
Your daddy's mad I done got peeved you're gonna change or I'm a gonna leave
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Now this ain't right that is wrong you just keep nuggin' me all the day long
And it's gotta stop I don't mean please you're gonna change or I'm a gonna leave
You're gonna change...
Now honey you got to change ha ha honey there ain't no way
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