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.