My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain Or a dance to a constantly surprising refrain My romance, doesn't need to have a moon in the sky My romance, doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by No month of May, no twinkling stars No hideaway, no soft

I don't like this livin', I love it Sweet magnolia blue sky up above it I don't call Corolina just a place I visit I call Carolina home I don't like drinking beer, I love it On the back porch swinging with my honey So you better get to lovin' this living

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

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

I see I was just another Sunset fadin' in your eyes I may never love another But I had my girl of the summer The boardwalk's empty, gray stole the blue from the sky And ain't nobody watchin' the sun burnin' into the night Nobody is hangin' 'round makin'

Did you see the frightened ones? Did you hear the falling bombs? Goodbye, blue sky Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the Promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue

Save it for a rainy day Gonna take this heartbreak and tuck it away 'Cause the sun's too bright, The sky's too blue Beer's too cold to be thinking about you Yeah, the music's too good, My friends are all out And they're all too high to be bringing 'em

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

There must be lights burning brighter somewhere Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers walk hand in hand Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true There must be peace and

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