They'll never listen Because their minds are made up And 'course it's all okay to carry on that way Not in the same way Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is

If I make it through We'll carry on the weight of this world We'll make sure all the people know how it feels To be legendary Everybody's gonna fight And everybody's gonna fall But the ones that get up Are always the strongest Oh I can't imagine if I

But I blew it without even tryin' Since you've been gone it's hard to carry on I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon But to settle down and write you a line I've been meaning to phone you but from Minnesota Hell it's been a very long time You wear it

Carry him to his bury'n ground Walk him along, John, Carry him along Tell me where you're stormy Well General Taylor gained the day Well General Taylor he gained the day Walk him along, John, carry him along We'll dig his grave with a silver spade

We go where no one goes We slow for no one Get out of our way Let the wind carry us To the clouds, hurry up, alright We can travel so far As our eyes can see Awake in the sky We break up so high, alright

We'll spend forever unhappily married Hey hey, it's alright Everybody fusses, everybody fights With all of the baggage you and me carry Must be mistaking me with the maid we don't have Can't even wash your whiskey out your glass I gave you no loving in a

You remind me of a few of my famous friends Well, that all depends what you qualify as friends You remind me of a former love that I once knew And you carry a little speech with you We were holding hands walking through the middle of the street It's fine

Come on girl let's tie the knot I'm ready, you're ready, we're ready, been ready I'll never lie, I'll never cheat to carry you between the sheets And after we say "I do", we'll go wherever we want to Drive away, "just married" on the car, yeah I'm on my

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

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