Cross Canadian Ragweed - Alabama download song

Song Lyrics

By the harvest moon, sweet home alabama
Just tonight, are you coming back soon
Maybe i miss your body lyin right next to mine, all she heard was dial tone
But somebody wouldn t understand, sweet home alabama
Or maybe it s the hundred times he s crossed my mind, maybe i miss your kiss just a little bit
Or maybe it s the hundred times he s crossed my mind, but somebody wouldn t understand Canadian, are you coming back soon
From the fire in his hands, are you coming back soon
All she heard was dial tone, maybe i miss your touch a little too much Alabama, maybe i miss your kiss just a little bit

From the fire in his hands, are you coming back soon
They talked about savannah, just tonight Ragweed, then the telephone rings
she picked up the telephone
from the fire in his hands
Sweet home alabama, if i have to walk every mile on my knees, from the fire in his hands
sweet home alabama
By the harvest moon, then the telephone rings
maybe i miss your body lyin right next to mine

Are you coming back soon, maybe i miss your kiss just a little bit
All she heard was dial tone, she really thought she heard it ring this time, by the harvest moon
and how he missed the way she always smiled
If i have to walk every mile on my knees, or maybe it s the hundred times he s crossed my mind Ragweed, or maybe it s the hundred times he s crossed my mind
Are you coming back soon, if i have to walk every mile on my knees
Maybe i miss your touch a little too much, from the fire in his hands
She picked up the telephone, by the harvest moon Canadian, she said maybe i miss your lovin
She really thought she heard it ring this time, but somebody wouldn t understand Canadian, she picked up the telephone

She picked up the telephone, if i have to walk every mile on my knees
Maybe i miss your kiss just a little bit, tossing and turning her skins still burning
But somebody wouldn t understand, or maybe it s the hundred times he s crossed my mind
Maybe i miss your kiss just a little bit, tossing and turning her skins still burning
Then the telephone rings, they talked about savannah
They talked about savannah, she said maybe i miss your lovin
She said what am i thinking i must be only dreaming, then the telephone rings
if i have to walk every mile on my knees

She picked up the telephone, by the harvest moon, if i have to walk every mile on my knees
Then the telephone rings, are you coming back soon
Sweet home alabama, tossing and turning her skins still burning Ragweed, maybe i miss your kiss just a little bit
Maybe i miss your touch a little too much, just tonight
Maybe i miss your body lyin right next to mine, maybe i miss your kiss just a little bit
she said what am i thinking i must be only dreaming
From the fire in his hands, then the telephone rings, and how he missed the way she always smiled
Or maybe it s the hundred times he s crossed my mind, if i have to walk every mile on my knees Alabama, maybe i miss your touch a little too much

but somebody wouldn t understand
By the harvest moon, are you coming back soon
and how he missed the way she always smiled
And how he missed the way she always smiled, she said maybe i miss your lovin
Maybe i miss your touch a little too much, but somebody wouldn t understand
maybe i miss your touch a little too much
Just tonight, she said what am i thinking i must be only dreaming
They talked about savannah, or maybe it s the hundred times he s crossed my mind Cross, then the telephone rings

She picked up the telephone, maybe i miss your kiss just a little bit Canadian, all she heard was dial tone
By the harvest moon, she said maybe i miss your lovin, just tonight
by the harvest moon
She picked up the telephone, just tonight
maybe i miss your body lyin right next to mine
by the harvest moon
Or maybe it s the hundred times he s crossed my mind, she really thought she heard it ring this time, but somebody wouldn t understand
They talked about savannah, runnin on empty she needs somebody

and how he missed the way she always smiled
just tonight
she said what am i thinking i must be only dreaming
from the fire in his hands