Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think it’s hanging down on me
And it’s a hitchhike a hundred miles
I’m a rag-a-muffin child
Pointed finger-painted smile
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while
It’s a hard knock life for us,
It’s a hard knock life for us.
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me,
Twice on the pipe if the answer is no,
Oh my sweetness,
Means you’ll meet me in the hallway,
Twice on the pipe means you ain’t gonna show.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling,
It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide.
Summer breeze makes me feel fine,
Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind…
From the foaming breakers of the poisonous surf
The other side of summer
To the burning forests in the hills of Astroturf
The other side of summer
Hot town, summer in the city,
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty,
Been down, isn’t it a pity,
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city.
Sitting in my car outside your house
(Sitting in my car outside your house)
Remember when you spilled coke all over your blouse
T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs
(T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs)
We’ve been having fun all summer long
But I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun.
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on, baby.
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone.
Oh, when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Yeah, I’d always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life
Sippin’ whiskey out the bottle,
Not thinking ‘bout tomarrow,
Singin’ ‘Sweet home Alabama’ all summer long…
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field
Blue was just the Kansas Summer sky.
The Devil came from Kansas. Where he went to I can’t say
If you really are my brother then you’d better start to pray
For the sins of those departed and the ones about to go
There’s a dark cloud just above us, don’t tell me 'cause I know
Gray skies are gonna clear up
Put on a happy face
Brush off the clouds and cheer up
Put on a happy face
Smile, darn ya, smile
You know this great world is a good world after all
Smile, darn ya, smile
And right away watch lady luck pay you a call
Don’t worry be happy.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I’m worried now but I won’t be worried long.
But I won’t have trouble on my back
cuttin’ like the devil with a choppin’ axe,
Got to shake it off my back, one of these days
Trouble in my heart,
Trouble on my mind,
There’s never any trouble for me to find,
Some kind of trouble…