Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

(Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy) Although I've been here before He's just too hard to ignore So where's my moral parallel? Masculine, you spin a spell I think you'd wear me well Where's my moral parallel? I think he'd wear me well Masculine, he spins a spell

The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze

You should be stronger than me Feel like a lady and you my lady boy 'Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy You been here 7 years longer than me Don't you know you supposed to be the man? Not pale in comparison to who you think I am You always

River of no return You'll never get my mind right Like two ships passing in the night Want the same thing where we lay A different way from where I'm going Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion So sorry if I turn my head Yours is a familiar face

I told ya I was troubled You know that I'm no good You had to be a nasty girl and try to play me I could forgive the past, but I never forget it I cheated myself Like I knew I would

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to I go back to He left no time to regret Kept his lips wet With his same old safe bet

Where the dreamy Volga flows There's a lonely Russian rose Gazing tenderly Down upon her knee Where a baby's brown eyes glisten Every night you'll hear her croon A Russian lullaby Just a little plaintive tune

Mister Magic, take a token Mister Magic, of my love Mister Magic, I see you through the smoke Mister Magic Every day I see you My hands were made for you And you always give me stress free point of view Pick you up after school Without you I'm misery

Love is a losing game Love is a losing hand And now the final frame Love is a fate resigned For you I was the flame Five story fire as you came Love is losing game One I wished, I never played Oh, what a mess we made