And the night has just begun Another dawn is yet to come Carry on my little one It's time to break out from the cage It's time to change your ways It's time to find those Shattered dreams That vanished in the haze It's time to lose those

Now carry on, now carry on I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feet You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me You made me,

Carry him to his bury'n ground Walk him along, John, Carry him along Tell me where you're stormy Well General Taylor gained the day Well General Taylor he gained the day Walk him along, John, carry him along We'll dig his grave with a silver spade

A hero of war Yeah that's what I'll be And when I come home They'll be damn proud of me I'll carry this flag To the grave if I must Cause it's a flag that I love And a flag that I trust He said son, have you seen the world?

I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no changes in me Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Makes me feel right at home Call me the breeze

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

You give me hope to carry on You light up my days And fill my nights with song You light up my life So many nights I sit by my window Waiting for someone to sing me his song So many dream I kept deep inside me Alone in the dark but now you've come along

You give me hope to carry on You light up my days And fill my nights with song You light up my life So many nights I sit by my window Waiting for someone to sing me his song So many dream I kept deep inside me Alone in the dark but now you've come along

Oh it's the price we gotta pay And all the games we gotta play Though it's a life we gotta choose And the price is our own life until it's done `Cause it's a game we gotta lose makes me wonder if it's worth it to carry on I thought I knew How long I have

And rasta nuh live pon no capture land Carry we go home, Carry we go home And bring we gone a east Cause man a rasta man Carry we go home An mek we settle and seize Caw man a rasta man And I say Dread and Terrible pon dem Good god of grace, well I have