Like Me (Sweet Home Alabama Version) Lyrics

I really want all of y'all to see
That it's great to be country and great to be me
I know a boy from way down south
Is pretty good with a rope and fast with his mouth
I came here to represent for y'all,
To show you a country boy with a southern drawl
Who can do his thang with the CMT crowd, the MTV crowd, the BET crowd
Give everybody something really real about this country life so they all can feel
How good it is to be like us: blue jeans and boots and big ol' trucks.
Yes ma'am and thank you that's what we do.
I'm proud to be country, now how 'bout you?
Put on your cowboy hat so the world can see.
Look them all in the eye, so they'da wish they was me.

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Yes sir, everybody ask me what why and how,
Could a boy know how to rap, and how to milk a cow.
Here ain't nothin' baby, I'm just doing my thang,
And I'm here to show the world that country folk got game.
Everybody's tired of hearing all them liars,
Talking tough on the record to get a piece of the pie.
Colt loves the ladies and they love me,
Loaded with southern charm, I don't mean no harm.
So gather round, country boys and girls,
This one's for you so what you gonna do?
If y'all believe in the USA,
And fight for your freedom every single day
Become a cowboy, an' that's all I know.
Ain't scared to move fast but like to live slow,
Put on your cowboy hat so the world can see.
Look 'em all in the eye so they'da wish they was me.

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

And when I say like me I mean for all of y'all,
It's time to stand up and throw your hands up,
Prepare to raise hell to this hick-hop sound
Make sure they all know the country come to town.
Be proud of who you are and where you from.
Tell all those who want it, they can get some.
White, black or brown it don't matter to me,
This here's for everyone that loves the country.
My way of life, my way of thinkin',
God, family, friends and a little bitta' of drinkin'.
So put your hat on so the world can see.
Look 'em all in the eye so they'da wish they was me.

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

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