Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

I suspect foul play Said I suspect foul play Oh, I suspect foul play It's Wednesday night, my woman's out Once again I'm home alone Lately every Wednesday night She's late getting home She phoned from work at quittin' time Says the bossed asked her to

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

If I'd never left, I'd never have known We all dream of leaving, but wind up in the end Spending all our time trying to get back home again If I could go back home, if I could go back home I'm counting on a memory to get me out of here I'm waiting for

Where are you now? Who do you go to for a shoulder to cry on? I hope that some day you might turn around and come back home When will I see your face again? No matter how far apart we become you know that I'll still hear your song This is the day. This

Trade in my life Oh for you, oh yes, oh yes Trade in my life for you Sittin' here wonderin' how did things go wrong Every night asking myself what happened to our happy home Will I ever see you again, I need to know my friend Now the past has gone away

I would give anything I own Give up me life, my heart, my home I would give everything I own Just to have you back again You sheltered me from harm Kept me warm, kept me warm You gave my life to me Set me free, set me free The finest years I ever knew

Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie can't fail (European home) I went to the place where every white face Is an invitation to robbery And sitting here in my safe European home Don't want to go back there again Rudie come from Jamaica, Rudie can't

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

How am I gonna get myself back home? Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay This is just another night And we've had many of them To the morning we're cast out But I know I'll land here again The birds are mocking me We are the last people standing At the end of the night