[Verse 1] There was a time when a song could change The way you saw a highway Three chords, six strings and a voice That wouldn’t give the night away From a small-town bar to a sold-out hall They carried that Southern sound And when the last note faded out It never really left this town [Chorus] So turn it up, let the guitars play Let the good times roll tonight Sweet Home Alabama on the radio And Free Bird somewhere in the sky They gave us a Simple Man’s truth And a reason to sing along The faces may be gone, but the music ain’t That song still rolls on [Verse 2] Call Me the Breeze, and I’m down that road With the windows rolled down low Tuesday’s Gone, but the memories stay Riding right there by my side Gimme Three Steps when the trouble comes I’ll be halfway out the door And when Saturday Night Special starts You know what we’re here for [Chorus] So turn it up, let the guitars play Let the good times roll tonight Sweet Home Alabama on the radio And Free Bird somewhere in the sky They gave us a Simple Man’s truth And a reason to sing along The faces may be gone, but the music ain’t That song still rolls on [Dual Slide Guitars Solo] [Bridge] What’s Your Name? Don’t Ask Me No Questions Just let that old guitar speak From the boys who found their sound down South To every band that came behind They left more than a stack of records They left a piece of a way of life [Final Chorus] So turn it up, let the guitars play Let the whole damn room sing along Sweet Home Alabama in the hearts of us all Free Bird when the night gets long They gave us a Simple Man’s truth They gave us a road to run And as long as somebody’s got a six-string The music isn’t done [Outro] Tuesday’s Gone… But the song still rolls on Yeah, the song still rolls on
