Wherever you go, I'll go wherever you go It wasn't 'til I met you Oh woah, you're the music in the dark And you're the sound of my guitar You're the high that I was chasing You're the song inside my head That I understood the sky And the way the moon

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

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

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Are you, are you ready, are you ready for love Written by Thom Bell, Leroy Bell and Casey James Catch a star if you can Wish for something special Let it be me, my love is free Sing a song to yourself Think of someone listening One melody, you're all for

(Oh yeah) I'll be down by the river Waiting for the good Lord to pass my way Singing songs of joy on this lovely day I heard about this little tale long time ago But never had the faith to believe in my soul (yeah) Now mother sent to me three little

You've gone and stole my heart and made it your own You've stole my heart and made it your own Hey little girl you might not know this song This is not the kind of song that you can sing along to Hey little girl Maybe some day Least that's what all the

I should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Stealin' the young girls' hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singin' those campfire songs Woah, I should've been a cowboy Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive I bet you've

A big black wide gorilla Like a dreadful mighty killer Well I was looking at a movie on the TV last night Then I had a very funny notion, yeah I really had to write a song about it And then I'm gonna sing it with my rock 'n roll band And I bet the people

But I got one of for you my Portobello Belle She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the offbeat And