Cover Fsquinho (com lírica)

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 I'm 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 governor's true

Sweet Home Alabama

Lordy

Lord, I'm coming home to you

Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer

A una isla del Caribe
he tenido que emigrar
y trabajar de camarero
lejos de mi hogar.
Me invade la morriña
el dolor de Breogán;
cuando suena la muiñeira
el llanto empieza a brotar.

Miña terra galega
donde el cielo es siempre gris
Miña terra galega
es duro estar lejos de tí.

Donde se quejan los pinos
y se escuchan alalás
donde la lluvia es arte
y Dios se echó a descansar.

Las zanfoñás de Ortigueira
los kafkianos de Jaján
LA LIGA ARMADA GALEGA
y el pazo de Meirás.

Miña terra galega
donde el cielo es siempre gris
Miña terra galega
es duro estar lejos de ti.