Livin' in sin I've seen it all, and I've walked it tall Lived in this sin, where do I begin? Once again my friends, storm clouds are rolling in Broken inside myself Can't seem to break this trend Can't break it Caught between the lines My life of

And sit up there You've gotta let me down again I'm glad that we have found the end I've gotta find myself a friend Don't want to settle for the wrong life Don't want to hurt until I cave I reason constantly, and question why I once cared Forward in line

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

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

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

Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? And now all my friends are gone I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched

I hope I don't make you mad With what I'm bout to say boy Here we are once again And I'm having second thoughts boy I'm not messing with you head But I changed my mind boy I don't know why I'm here At the same time I want you near

I'm broken and betrayed I don't want to look back Just tell me your leaving Before I finally cave in Take away this pain It's pulling me under Your dragging me under I just want to start again Here we are once again

Now all my friends have gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? But we ran away I can still remember The words and what they meant