Beatles
Little darling
It's been a long, cold, lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, doo-d-doo-doo
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to Heaven
When she gets there, she knows if the stores are all closed
With a word, she can get what she came for
Ooh, and she's buying a _____
stairway to Heaven
He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football
He got monkey finger, he shoot Coca-Cola
He say, "I know you, you know me"
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together right now
Over me
You'll find a woman, yeah, and you'll find love
And don't forget, son, there is someone up above
And be a simple kind of man
You need coolin'
Baby, I'm not foolin'
I'm gonna send ya
Back to schoolin'
Way down inside
Honey, you need it
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love
Desmond takes a trolley to the jeweler's store
Buys a twenty-karat golden ring
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her, she begins to sing
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Life goes on, brah (La-la-la-la-la)
But if I stay here with you, girl
Things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last, the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
All of my love, all of my love
Oh, all of my love to you, now
Oh, please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
Now, let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you, I feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that, my love
I can't hide
Don't want no trouble with you
And I know you don't owe me but I wish you would let me
Ask one favor from you"
Oh won't you give me three steps, gimme three steps, mister
Spent my days with a woman unkind
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind to make a new start
Going to California______
with an achin' in my heart
Hold me, love me
Hold me, love me
I ain't got nothing but love, babe
Eight days a week
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as the man's reaching for his trousers
He shoots him full of 38 holes
Mister Saturday Night Special
And so today, my world, it smiles
Your hand in mine, we walk the miles
And thanks to you, it will be done