Southern Nights Songtext
von Lizz Wright
Southern Nights Songtext
Southern nights
Have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze
Not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so
Southern nights
Just as good even when closed your eyes
I apologize to anyone who can truly say
That he has found a better way
Southern skies
Have you ever noticed southern skies?
Its precious beauty lies just beyond the eye
It goes running through your soul
Like the stories told of old
Old man
He and his dog that walked the old land
Ev′ry flower touched his cold hand
As he slowly walked by
Weeping willows
Would cry for joy
Joy
Feel so good
Feel so good
It's frigth′ning
Wish I could
Stop this world from fighting
La da... Southern nights
Have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze
Not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so
Southern nights
Just as good even when closed your eyes
I apologize to anyone who can truly say
That he has found a better way
Southern skies
Have you ever noticed southern skies?
Its precious beauty lies just beyond the eye
It goes running through your soul
Like the stories told of old
Old man
He and his dog that walked the old land
Ev'ry flower touched his cold hand
As he slowly walked by
Weeping willows
Would cry for joy
Joy
Feel so good
Feel so good
It's frigth′ning
Wish I could
Stop this world from fighting
La da... Southern nights
Have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze
Not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so
Southern nights
Just as good even when closed your eyes
I apologize to anyone who can truly say
That he has found a better way
Southern skies
Have you ever noticed southern skies?
Its precious beauty lies just beyond the eye
It goes running through your soul
Like the stories told of old
Old man
He and his dog that walked the old land
Ev′ry flower touched his cold hand
As he slowly walked by
Weeping willows
Would cry for joy
Joy
Feel so good
Feel so good
It's frigth′ning
Wish I could
Stop this world from fighting
La da...
Have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze
Not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so
Southern nights
Just as good even when closed your eyes
I apologize to anyone who can truly say
That he has found a better way
Southern skies
Have you ever noticed southern skies?
Its precious beauty lies just beyond the eye
It goes running through your soul
Like the stories told of old
Old man
He and his dog that walked the old land
Ev′ry flower touched his cold hand
As he slowly walked by
Weeping willows
Would cry for joy
Joy
Feel so good
Feel so good
It's frigth′ning
Wish I could
Stop this world from fighting
La da... Southern nights
Have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze
Not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so
Southern nights
Just as good even when closed your eyes
I apologize to anyone who can truly say
That he has found a better way
Southern skies
Have you ever noticed southern skies?
Its precious beauty lies just beyond the eye
It goes running through your soul
Like the stories told of old
Old man
He and his dog that walked the old land
Ev'ry flower touched his cold hand
As he slowly walked by
Weeping willows
Would cry for joy
Joy
Feel so good
Feel so good
It's frigth′ning
Wish I could
Stop this world from fighting
La da... Southern nights
Have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze
Not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so
Southern nights
Just as good even when closed your eyes
I apologize to anyone who can truly say
That he has found a better way
Southern skies
Have you ever noticed southern skies?
Its precious beauty lies just beyond the eye
It goes running through your soul
Like the stories told of old
Old man
He and his dog that walked the old land
Ev′ry flower touched his cold hand
As he slowly walked by
Weeping willows
Would cry for joy
Joy
Feel so good
Feel so good
It's frigth′ning
Wish I could
Stop this world from fighting
La da...
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