Find me out awalkin' time the whistle starts acallin' maybe stoppin' early knockin' at your door. Take so long to answer Lord knows it ain't the milkman would be stoppin' early sellin' door to door. This off'll get the stain out

Flying high in the friendly sky Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no Rest of the folks are tired and weary Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down. I go the place where danger awaits me And it's bound to forsake me. So stupid minded. I can't

Mother of my skies, why you always gotta intervene? (Uh) You called to see if I was home then Sleeping in, get boring, uh My landlord tripping off my speakers 'cause the low end You pull up with no warning, uh This the season for us growing Let's go deep

daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) me and little brother would join right in there in the sky, lord, in the sky one of these days and it won't be long i'll rejoin them in a song i'm gonna join the family circle at the throne by and by, lord, by and by i

It ain’t no one man can stop us Lord, lemme know if you got this Preaching about prophets Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess Bow down to a Goddess Goddess! Got it? Put your hands in the sky But only if you feel the vibe

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

Facing the wind as they ride through the sky Shadows of Mordor black horses they fly Black shadow king, find the ring. Search for the Halfling you lords of the dark The hobbit with Sauron's ring he is your mark Unholy light, in the night Black knights of

All that I found was two tombstones Somebody tell me, please, was I right or wrong? Lord, it's such a sad song At first I got lost, then I got found But the ones that I loved were in the ground Like a restless leaf in the autumn breeze, Once, I was a

And this bird you cannot change 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now Oh oh oh oh oh oh And the bird you cannot change Lord knows, I can't change If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me For I must be travelin' on now There's too many places I got

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