I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

Don't cry, little Robin-Marie Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try following me 'Cause you know I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three-year tour The next tide will take us from shore Windlaced, gather in sail and spray On a search for the

I, I been gone I been gone too long singing my songs on the road. Another town, one more show and I'm coming home. Don't give a damn what these keys I hold I'm gonna knock down that front door, and I'ma find out what that house is made of. Been too many

Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm coming home again I'm coming home again Maybe we can start again Maybe you, do you remember when? Fireworks at Lake Michigan Oh, now I'm coming home again I met this girl when I was 3 years old And what I

Hey hey hey, I'll be coming home to you You're the burning fire that my heart is beating to You're like red, white, blue, I'd do it all for you I'd fight a war and win it; you make me bulletproof I'll be your soldier Love, it's time to leave, I'm gone,

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Like an animal, I still got love for you And I'm coming home, I'm coming home for you Hear me calling love, I'm calling out for you How long have I been on a hunt for you? No sound, of anything that I can do But I don't mind, I don't mind 'Cause there's

Can you hear the bell? How could I turn around? Face the sound of the bell that shines? Ring it out, trim it out To drag me back down But I'm not coming home Till I stop pretending I tried hard to be brave I tried hard not to be afraid

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