| Song | Southern Nights |
| Artist | Citizen Cope |
| Album | One Lovely Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Southern night. | |
| Have you ever felt a southern night? | |
| Free as a breeze, not to mention the tree. | |
| Whistling tunes that you know and love so. | |
| Southern nights, just as good even when close your eye. | |
| I apologize to anyone who can truly say that he has found a better way. | |
| Feels so good, it feels so good,it’s frightening wish | |
| I could, stop this world from fighting. | |
| La da da da da da la da da da… | |
| La da da da da da da da da da… | |
| 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 had his dog that walked that old hand. | |
| Every flower touches his cold hand, as he slowly walked by weeping willows they would cry for joy, joy. | |
| Mystery, like there’s so many others in the trees. | |
| Go in the night, in the southern sky. | |
| Southern night, feels so good,it’s frightening wish | |
| I could, stop this world from fighting. | |
| Southern night. |
| Southern night. | |
| Have you ever felt a southern night? | |
| Free as a breeze, not to mention the tree. | |
| Whistling tunes that you know and love so. | |
| Southern nights, just as good even when close your eye. | |
| I apologize to anyone who can truly say that he has found a better way. | |
| Feels so good, it feels so good, it' s frightening wish | |
| I could, stop this world from fighting. | |
| La da da da da da la da da da | |
| La da da da da da da da da da | |
| 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 had his dog that walked that old hand. | |
| Every flower touches his cold hand, as he slowly walked by weeping willows they would cry for joy, joy. | |
| Mystery, like there' s so many others in the trees. | |
| Go in the night, in the southern sky. | |
| Southern night, feels so good, it' s frightening wish | |
| I could, stop this world from fighting. | |
| Southern night. |
| Southern night. | |
| Have you ever felt a southern night? | |
| Free as a breeze, not to mention the tree. | |
| Whistling tunes that you know and love so. | |
| Southern nights, just as good even when close your eye. | |
| I apologize to anyone who can truly say that he has found a better way. | |
| Feels so good, it feels so good, it' s frightening wish | |
| I could, stop this world from fighting. | |
| La da da da da da la da da da | |
| La da da da da da da da da da | |
| 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 had his dog that walked that old hand. | |
| Every flower touches his cold hand, as he slowly walked by weeping willows they would cry for joy, joy. | |
| Mystery, like there' s so many others in the trees. | |
| Go in the night, in the southern sky. | |
| Southern night, feels so good, it' s frightening wish | |
| I could, stop this world from fighting. | |
| Southern night. |