Sweet Home Alabama Style

I roll down my window As I cross that Holme's bridge again I pop a top and I raise a toast And that sweet salty air rushes in From here you can almost hear the waves See those gorgeous greens and blues Smell the shrimp boil and the coconut oil It's a gulf coast rendezvous Perdido Key to Mobile Bay And on across to Dauphin Isle Sweet sweet sand every step of the way Sure to make you smile It's paradise Sweet Home Alabama Style I miss those mom and pop motels I miss Sam and Shine Ol' Brent Burns he's still telling tales And living Jimmy Buffett's life My favorite memory at the Bama Was a Sunday afternoon Red headed twins from Playboy walked in We listened to Rusty Mchugh Ol' Rusty he was a poet He sure is missed a lot He had a song about Old Milwaukee An ugly woman and a shitty bag of pot There were guitar strings in vending machines Bushwackers on the bar You buy your waitress a drink or two She just might walk you to the car Now one of these days I'm gonna be brave Cross that state line and drive a few miles I hear there's a bridge on the other side But right now I'm satisfied With paradise Sweet Home Alabama Style