Sweet Home
SWEET HOME
PEOPLE WALKIN’ AND TALKIN’, MAKIN’ A WHOLE
LOTA’ NOISE!
NOBODY ‘SOUL STIRS’ NO MORE!
IT’S THE CITY LIGHTS WITH THEIR ATTITUDE
LIKE IT AIN’T NICE WHERE IT’S DARK AND
QUIET OUTSIDE.
IT’S PEOPLE PASSIN’ BY YA BARLEY WANTIN’ TO SPEAK.
IT’S TALL BUILDINGS BLOCKIN’ THE SUN MAKIN’ THE SKY LOOK CHEAP.
IT’S MY SOUL LONGIN’ FOR FIREFLIES, LEMONAID AND PUPPIES LICKIN’ MY FEET.
WITH PEOPLE SINGING AND LAUGHING, SLAPPING THEIR THIGH.
RAISING CAIN, DRINKING BOOTLEG LIKE IT’S THE
FORTH OF JULY.
I WANT CAROLINA EVENINGS
SUN GONE DOWN
BLOWIN’ SMOKE RINGS ‘ROUND STARS
NOTHIN’ LOUD AROUND.
GREYHOUND RIDE ON…
EMPTY THIS LONG ROAD HOME.
DON’T STOP TILL WE GET THERE
CAUSE I BEEN GONE TOO LONG.
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