And this bird you can not change But, if I stayed here with you, girl Things just couldn't be the same Cause I'm as free as a bird now Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Lord knows, I can't change If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be

He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above I asked the wise man one sunny day Can you help me find my way You're so much

Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah) I came here to slay shit (yeah, yeah) All night I'ma work the grave-shift (Lord, Lord) These drugs I'm on, they ain't nothing to play with (sky high) I can't feel my face, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) When I pull up on ya

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

Please don't let my dreams run dry He just takes the tractor another round And pulls the plow across the ground And sends up another prayer He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask why Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky." He gets up before the

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

And a trip to the moon It was the needle and the spoon Thirty days, lord and thirty nights I'm comin' home on an airplane flight Mama waitin' at the ticket line Tell me son why do you stand there cryin' Took me away, took me away I've been feelin' so

All I have is a song Oh you know I ain't complainin' 'Cause I can tell, lord its just your plan So I thank you for what I have And that's a song These ol' white lines on the highway Lord its all I know Seems like I've been out all my life But I just

The field is lost Everything is lost The black one has fallen from the sky and the towers in ruins lie The enemy is within, everywhere And with him the light, soon they will be here Go now, my lord, while there is time There are places below And you know