Crimson Cottage

Hey man, Brampton Center! I'm a blues-geed old turnin' Carrying me home to see my kin Singin' songs about the South Wing I'missellin' bad men now once again and I think to sing I heard miss three youngs sing about her Well I heard old Nilly put her down I hope young will remember That 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, here come now, Alabama In Birmingham