Sweet Home
Rev. Cleophus Robinson Lyrics

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Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay
He was the baddest fuckin' man in the U.S. of A.
He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play
And my sucker Nelly Dee would sound check it with Ray

Open the Garden up for Marvin and I'm speakin' on Gaye
God bless 'em where they rest and 'ever they may lay
And now they're

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You

Now, Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and firm
He was the type of dude to shoot it to you straight as a perm
He was the greatest and he's sharin' everything that he earned
And you can count on Jam Master, I was never concerned

We all miss him but his mission is completed and done
Never worry 'bout D and Dicka DJ Run
And don't ask me 'bout Jay and never have no fear
The only question we should ask is why are we still here?
Because we're

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You

Now, under pressure, Jam Master never losin' control
He cut a record in a second, everybody was sold
Always open to the words that I had to say
Always helpin', never selfish, that was my man Jay

And we ain't lose him or choose him, it was God's idea
And since home is where the heart is homey, he's still here
And now we're

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Rev. Cleophus Robinson's song 'Sweet Home Alabama' are not the same as the lyrics found in other versions of the song with the same title. The song speaks of a group of musicians who used to hang out together before one of them, Jay, tragically passed away. The opening lines reveal that the singer and D used to have a jam with Jay, who was the "baddest f*ckin' man in the U.S. of A."

Jay had a vast collection of black jackets and records that he would play, and Nelly Dee would sound check with Ray. The reference to Marvin Gaye and using "the Garden" speaks of Madison Square Garden, where Marvin Gaye performed his iconic rendition of the national anthem in 1983.

The singer then speaks about how Jay was the greatest, and he earned everything he had, including their respect. Jay's mission is finished, and now it's time for the rest of them to figure out why they're still here. The chorus of the song, "Sweet Home Alabama," is an ode to the state with blue skies, with the singer expressing their intent to return to it.

Line by Line Meaning

Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay
I used to play music with my friends D and Jay

He was the baddest fuckin' man in the U.S. of A.
Jay was the coolest guy in America

He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play
Jay had a lot of cool clothes and music

And my sucker Nelly Dee would sound check it with Ray
My friend Nelly Dee would check the sound with Ray

Open the Garden up for Marvin and I'm speakin' on Gaye
I want to honor Marvin Gaye at a concert

God bless 'em where they rest and 'ever they may lay
May God bless Marvin Gaye wherever he is

And now they're
And now we are

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
I love Alabama, with its blue skies

Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You
Alabama, I'm coming back to you

Now, Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and firm
Jay had a steady and firm hand

He was the type of dude to shoot it to you straight as a perm
Jay was always honest with people

He was the greatest and he's sharin' everything that he earned
Jay was amazing and always shared his success

And you can count on Jam Master, I was never concerned
I knew that Jay and Jam Master would always be reliable

We all miss him but his mission is completed and done
We miss Jay but he accomplished his goals

Never worry 'bout D and Dicka DJ Run
Don't worry about my friends D and Dicka DJ Run

And don't ask me 'bout Jay and never have no fear
Don't ask me about Jay and don't be afraid

The only question we should ask is why are we still here?
We should ask ourselves why we are still alive

Because we're
Because we are

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Alabama is where I belong, with its blue skies

Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You
Alabama, I'm coming back to you

Now, under pressure, Jam Master never losin' control
Jam Master never lost control even under pressure

He cut a record in a second, everybody was sold
Jam Master made great music that everyone loved

Always open to the words that I had to say
Jam Master always listened to what I had to say

Always helpin', never selfish, that was my man Jay
Jay was always helpful and never selfish

And we ain't lose him or choose him, it was God's idea
We didn't lose or choose Jay, it was God's plan

And since home is where the heart is homey, he's still here
Jay is still with us because our hearts are his home

And now we're
And now we are

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Alabama is where we belong, with its blue skies

Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You
Alabama, we're coming back to you

Lyrics © Budde Music Publishing GmbH, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: AL GREEN, AL L GREEN, EDWARD KING, EDWARD C. KING, GARY ROSSINGTON, GARY ROBERT ROSSINGTON, JOSEPH SIMMONS, WRITER UNKNOWN, RONNIE VAN ZANT

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