Things are looking bad Everybody in the world in the world's looking so sad Everybody's thinking about the rain Wonder if the sun is gonna come again Everybody's thinking about the storm Wonder where all the good weather's gone Tell me if i got to

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

Without you, But I have to And we know it's never simple, Never a clean break, no one here to save me But I have to, People are people, You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,

Confined to pull-out quotes and hotel rooms We've all made petty fortunes but we can't afford a life They all scream California and its toppling empire All we are is entertainment Caught up in our own derangement Tell us what to say and what to do All we

Flying high in the friendly sky Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no Rest of the folks are tired and weary Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down. I go the place where danger awaits me And it's bound to forsake me. So stupid minded. I can't

I will search the green, and I will search the town But I will never find no one like you Now we are the blessed, now we are the strong Take my hand, and let me know that it feels good To feel at home What can I say, without a say? We've got a way to go,

We were too damn young to know any better Every time my feet are danglin' in the water I can't help but think about her Lyin' there with her wet hair Didn't know what we were doin' but we didn't care That old wooden dock was warm on our backs A t-shirt

We own the night When we are together its the time of our lives We can do whatever, be whoever we'd like Don't have to worry about nothing We own the night! (ah-ah-oh) Spend the weekend dancing 'cause when we sleep when we die We own the night!

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses