| Intro and verses are played with alternating bass |
| on the D chord then a few pulloff's on the 4th and 5th string, 2nd fret: |
| D | D | D | D | D |
E---2--2--2--2------------2--- B---3--3--3--3------------3--- G---2--2--2--2------------2--- D---0-----0-----2p0-------0--- A------0-----0-------2p0------ E----------------------------- etc
| D | |
| 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 and the people wouldn't let me sing nothin' but them old |
| sad songs |
| Had to get high so I wouldn't cry, you know they hit pretty close to |
| home |
| Chorus: |
| G | D | |
| I'm feelin' | bett | er |
| C | G | D | |
| Now that I'm | back on the | road |
| G | D | |
| Getting' it to | geth | er |
| C | G | D | |
| Between | Macon and | Muscle | Shoals |
| I started turnin' up loud and looking at the crowd and bendin' them |
| guitar strings |
| Knew all the while, though it was my style could they ever forget my |
| name |
| Rocked 'ed in Raleigh, knocked 'em outta Nashville, just couldn't do no |
| wrong |
| People went wild and the band said, "Child, better keep on playin' your |
| songs" |
| Chorus |
| 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' in the beer and a little of my own soul |
| Waylon and Toy and all them boys, I wanna say thanks to you |
| Your fiddle and your steel make me play what I feel and I don't feel |
| lovesick blues |
| Chorus |
| Bridge: |
| G | D | C | G | D | |
| All came to | geth | er in my | sweet Ala | bama | home |
| G | D | C | G | D | |
| And I'm through for | ev | er of tryin' to | put every | body | on |
| G | D | C | D | D | |
| And I'm feelin' | bett | er, I got | hurt but I'm | back on the | road |
| G | D | C | |
| Getting' it to | geth | er.had to eat a little | cornbread |
| D | |
| I've been | eatin' that cornbread, sleepin' on a featherbed |
| C | G | |
| Drinkin' that homegrown, writin' some new songs, d | o it on, get home |
| D | |
| Eat a little cornbread, lovin on a featherbed |
| C | G | D | |
| Smokin' that homegrown, write a few new songs | .this here music's |
| homegrown |