100 lyrics for "Singing, singing, singing, singing"
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
PlayKeeper of the flame I'm the keeper of the flame The teller of the story Like fireflies in the rain For the ones that came before me For the little pilot lights waiting to ignite I'm walking in their footsteps I'm singing their old songs
PlayWhat can I do? What can I do? To get back to your heart I'd swim the Mississippi river If you would give me another start, girl I don't want much I just wanna be a better man Give me your good luck I was singing with them Jezebels
PlayYou got your hands up, You're rocking in my truck You got the radio on, You're singing every song I'm set on cruise control You're looking so damn hot And I don't know what road we're on, Or where we've been from starin' at you Girl, all I know is I
PlayI'm hanging on to my peace of mind I just don't know The apple of my eye Oh, I just don't know, no, no, no, no Singing like a nightingale Coming my way Down along that devastation trail I'm hanging on to those good times, baby Just want to let them roll
PlaySomewhere with you Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah Driving around on a Saturday night You made fun of me for singing my song Got a hotel room just to turn you on You said pick me up at three a.m. You're fighting with your mom again I can go out
PlayGood Lord willing and the creek don't rise Flying ninety miles an hour like a wild bat out of hell Singing hallelujah with a rebel yell Dancing with a little danger, fast and hard, wrong or right Praying I'm just gonna make it out alive Long about
PlaySinging from the garden Only the beginning I'm only getting started I don't mind the digging Baby, I'll work harder Singing from the bottom When you saw me out your window I've been washing dishes
PlayMy number one hit You are my number one hit Baby you are the song of my life And the sweetest melody And I love making love to your eyes It's like singing in the perfect key I got a studio up in heaven And it's the perfect atmosphere It's guaranteed to
Play'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? Can I get an
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