On and on and on, on, on, on Could you carry me? Back to where we started from On and on, could you carry me? How we got so far, you and me Almost like there's oceans between us, us So I need to know Back into your heart again Right into your distant

Search endlessly, fight 'til we're free Fly past the edge of the sea Somehow we still carry on No bended knee Some people live out selfish desire Some choose to shout when they speak and they'll be the star Caught in the flame of those deep in fire

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

We go where no one goes We slow for no one Get out of our way Let the wind carry us To the clouds, hurry up, alright We can travel so far As our eyes can see Awake in the sky We break up so high, alright

You bring your light and shine like morning Quietly while you were asleep The moon and I were talking I asked that she´d always keep you protected She promised you her light That you so gracefully carry And then the wind pulls the clouds across the moon

Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the drummer drums He's gonna play my song To carry me along And when the boatman comes To ferry me away To where we all belong I said yeah

Tonight, we are young So let's set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun So if by the time the bar closes Carry me home tonight (Na na na na na na) Just carry me home tonight (Na na na na na na) Give me a second I I need to get my story

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

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

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