I know I ain't perfect, but look I'm working I could make a melody like, "yeah, yeah" We just turning turning up, what you really want? They tryna tell us that we can't go back there Don't tell me me you love me, me, show me me the money Where I'm from, love can go bad,

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on on turning turning Carry me 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

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me me reminiscing on on the good times I'm turning turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

Wet with your blood I sharpen my sword No turning turning the other cheek like a coward Come tomorrow I may lay down and die This day we fight! For this I was chosen Because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of night Off to another war-torn

One day at a time smell the roses taste the wine That wheel keeps turning turning on and on on, day and night No one survives ain't no use in cryin' One day at a time no stop signs or red lights What ain't dead is surely dyin' one day at a time Angels sing and

Catching my breath, letting it go Turning Turning my cheek for the sake of this show Now that you know, this is my life I won't be told what's supposed to be right Catch my breath, no one can hold me me back, I ain't got time for that Catch my breath, won't let

World turning turning Everybody's got me me down I gotta get my feet back on on the ground Maybe I'm wrong but who's to say what's right I need somebody to help me me through the night Everybody's trying to say I'm wrong I just wanna be back where I belong Turnin',

I know it's true Blame it on on my misplaced heart But what's the use I been losing time And it's a precious thing I don't watch my back much lately It's funny how I see, everything Twisted and turning turning in the breeze You made your mind up

Let there be let there be love Here in the here in the dark Turning Turning me turning turning me on on Not gonna fight anymore 'Cause I want your touch (Let's go) Ah ooh like that Let there be love Yeah it feels so good that I can't hold back

No trial, no case for reason I've been chosen to pay with my life Mad men define what mad is Turning Turning witches and saints to ashes My flesh will feed the demon Rising masses marching to find heretic Heretic blood Please, don’t leave me me As they search for