Keep playing them songs, keep singing along Keep leaning it on in closer Keep salting the rim, getting even with her That first kiss was like a Colorado hit 'Til we can't remember Can't remember what we came here to forget And with him before the night

Drinking, picking, singing Dropping our lines and hitting on strangers If you're down, get up, if you're in, get out Pop a top and fire up this party Hey, hey, we're just getting started And we're just getting started Sun just dropped off the face of the

Oh, I can't stop singing Oh, I can't stop singing! Make it stop, Make it stop! Am I real or just a prop? Someone won't you make it STOP! So let's just talk! What's going on? This can't be happening

Oh, you got that, I don't wanna That I don't wanna do nothing, you got that lazy love And I fall victim to that lazy love Hey you got that, I don't wanna That I don't wanna do nothing Singing ooh, said ooh, ooh lazy love Ooh my lobby call was 11:30 I'm

And we got everybody singing Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh I've hoped for change There's something wrong 'Cause everybody knows Were doing fine And I'll confess That I can be a little selfish Yeah I'll admit

Yeah I guess that’s my church Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse I’ve cussed on a Sunday I’ve cheated and I’ve lied

(Do-do-do-do-do-do-do) Now I'm just another one Singing that same song You're the only one I want beside me, -side me Only yesterday, you were beside me, -side me Don't you remember me, darling? When you lay down to sleep, do you still think of me?

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

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

I hear them all the time I hear you all the time Grandma's singing in the bedroom It's a near forgotten lullaby She used to sing when I wasn't well Father's outside chopping firewood Like he did when he'd been drinking Or when he and mom were at it again