And you throw away your troubles, dream a dream with me Up a lazy river where the Robin's song Awakes a bright new morning you can loaf along Blue skies up above and everyone's in love Meets a lazy river in the noon day sun Up a lazy river where the old

I'm holding on to your soul Oh you know when you're alone I'm holding on, and on, and on, and on And I'm not letting go And you know, you know, you know I see you under blue skies I need a little sunshine I fell into your brown eyes

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord, don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show

Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run

I want to be happy But I won't be happy Till I make you happy too. When skies are gray and you say you are blue I'll send the sun smiling through I'm a very ordinary man Trying to work out life's happy plan Doing unto others as I'd like to have them

If I had you I could show the world how to smile I could be glad all of the while I could change the grey skies to blues I could leave the old days behind Leave all my pals, I'd never mind I could start my life all a new I could climb the snow capped

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

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream, Really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Alabama, ah ah ah Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland

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