CB Her (his) words were slightly slurred together. Her tone deeper than it normally was.
You know what's not fair. Guys with boobs bigger than I've got as a woman can run around without a shirt, and no one looks twice. But if a woman did it it'd be called indecent.
Anywaaay. The word was drawled and slurred at the sametime. I have a song for my fellow southerners. And anyone that likes Lynyrd Skynyrd. Steady fingers strum along the electric guitar. Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the southland I miss alabamy once again And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister young sing about her Well, I heard ole neil put her down Well, I hope neil young will remember 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
In birmingham they love the governor Now we all did what we could do Now watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth
Sweet home alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you Here I come alabama
Now muscle shoals has got the swampers And they've been known to pick a song or two Lord they get me off so much They pick me up when Im feeling blue Now how about you?
Sweet home alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you
Sweet home alabama Oh sweet home baby Where the skies are so blue And the governors true Sweet home alabama Lordy Lord, I'm coming home to you