Her love's like rain on a tin roof Sweet song on a summer time storm And the way that it moves you It's a melody of passion raging on Then it's gone Her eyes are blue just like the ocean Her heart is a river free Well now and then she gets the notion And

I have a life that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet song

I have a life that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet song

The summer wind The summer wind came blowin' in from across the sea It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me All summer long we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand Two sweethearts and the summer wind Like painted kites, those

So I wrote you a song, cause it's been so long. Since I looked in your eyes. If there was a way I could see you today And hold your sweet sweet smile. I'd be there. Not a minute goes by, that you ain't on my mind. Not a place in my heart, that you don't

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

And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane I like pleasure spiked with pain Songbird sweet and sour Jane Pleasure spiked with pain Just one note That mother fucker always spiked with pain I'm overcoming gravity Looking in my own eyes "hello"

Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through An' just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind Georgia, Georgia, a song of you, Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through

Louder than sirens Louder than bells Sweeter than heaven And hotter than hell There's a drumming noise inside my head It makes such an all mighty sound That starts when you're around I swear that you could hear it As I move my feet towards your body

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