No more! (Sad songs) I'm beggin', please, don't play No more sad songs For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it Don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body Stay out all night, go where the music's loud So I don't have to think about it,

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

No more (sad songs) I'm beggin', please, don't play No more sad songs For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it Don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body Stay out all night, go where the music is loud So I don't have to think about it

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

That's what your love's like That's what your love, Your love's like breathing in the salty air Of summer on a private island just for me Your love's like the feeling I get When my favorite songs spinnin' in my head Keep it play playin' on repeat It's

Songs in the kitchen All my dreams came true My songs took me far away Now I'm singing them every night In these bright lights up on this stage To tell you the truth I'm probably just missing Songs in the car Songs from the heart

We wandered led by the gods You gave a voice Uîdluiā of the Allobroges Your feet danced In the footprints of the Otherworld The words of your songs Carved into our hearts

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this

I know about popular You're only ever who you were It's not about who you are or your fancy car So catch up, 'cause you got an awful long way to go My problem, I never was a model, I never was a scholar, You were singing, all the songs I don't know

My daddy had a Pontiac on the beiger side of yellow He was a young man then and I was a little fella I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs Carry On My