歌曲 | Memories of East Texas |
歌手 | Michelle Shocked |
专辑 | Short Sharp Shocked |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Shocked | |
Lyrics:Michelle Shocked Music:Michelle Shocked | |
Memories of East Texas | |
And piney green rolling hills | |
Covered in the springtime | |
With golden daffodils | |
Rowing on Sandy Lake come April | |
Harvesting hay in June | |
Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn | |
By an old October moon | |
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
And I mean to tell you my friend | |
They weren't no easy roads | |
You had to watch out for all the curves | |
Down by Kelsey Creek | |
And detour through the Lindsay's pasture | |
When the water ran too deep | |
Memories of East Texas | |
And Gilmer, county seat of Upshur | |
Looking back and asking myself | |
'What the hell'd you let them break your spirit for?' | |
You know, their lives ran in circles so small | |
Ah, they thought they'd seen it all | |
And they could not make a place for a girl who'd seen the ocean | |
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
And I mean to tell you my friend | |
They weren't no easy roads | |
You had to watch out for all the curves | |
Down by Kelsey Creek | |
And detour through the Lindsay's pasture | |
When the water ran too deep | |
Ah, but those memories of East Texas | |
Those piney green rolling hills | |
Covered in the springtime | |
With those wild daffodils | |
Sitting in those Piney Woods | |
Playing my guitar | |
Thinking back on the roads I'd come | |
Thinking I had not come that far... | |
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
And I mean to tell you my friend | |
They weren't no easy roads | |
You had to watch out for all the curves | |
Down by Kelsey Creek | |
And detour through the Lindsay's pasture | |
When the water ran too deep |
zuo ci : Shocked | |
Lyrics: Michelle Shocked Music: Michelle Shocked | |
Memories of East Texas | |
And piney green rolling hills | |
Covered in the springtime | |
With golden daffodils | |
Rowing on Sandy Lake come April | |
Harvesting hay in June | |
Sitting by the road watching wellfires burn | |
By an old October moon | |
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
And I mean to tell you my friend | |
They weren' t no easy roads | |
You had to watch out for all the curves | |
Down by Kelsey Creek | |
And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture | |
When the water ran too deep | |
Memories of East Texas | |
And Gilmer, county seat of Upshur | |
Looking back and asking myself | |
' What the hell' d you let them break your spirit for?' | |
You know, their lives ran in circles so small | |
Ah, they thought they' d seen it all | |
And they could not make a place for a girl who' d seen the ocean | |
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
And I mean to tell you my friend | |
They weren' t no easy roads | |
You had to watch out for all the curves | |
Down by Kelsey Creek | |
And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture | |
When the water ran too deep | |
Ah, but those memories of East Texas | |
Those piney green rolling hills | |
Covered in the springtime | |
With those wild daffodils | |
Sitting in those Piney Woods | |
Playing my guitar | |
Thinking back on the roads I' d come | |
Thinking I had not come that far... | |
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
And I mean to tell you my friend | |
They weren' t no easy roads | |
You had to watch out for all the curves | |
Down by Kelsey Creek | |
And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture | |
When the water ran too deep |
zuò cí : Shocked | |
Lyrics: Michelle Shocked Music: Michelle Shocked | |
Memories of East Texas | |
And piney green rolling hills | |
Covered in the springtime | |
With golden daffodils | |
Rowing on Sandy Lake come April | |
Harvesting hay in June | |
Sitting by the road watching wellfires burn | |
By an old October moon | |
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
And I mean to tell you my friend | |
They weren' t no easy roads | |
You had to watch out for all the curves | |
Down by Kelsey Creek | |
And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture | |
When the water ran too deep | |
Memories of East Texas | |
And Gilmer, county seat of Upshur | |
Looking back and asking myself | |
' What the hell' d you let them break your spirit for?' | |
You know, their lives ran in circles so small | |
Ah, they thought they' d seen it all | |
And they could not make a place for a girl who' d seen the ocean | |
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
And I mean to tell you my friend | |
They weren' t no easy roads | |
You had to watch out for all the curves | |
Down by Kelsey Creek | |
And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture | |
When the water ran too deep | |
Ah, but those memories of East Texas | |
Those piney green rolling hills | |
Covered in the springtime | |
With those wild daffodils | |
Sitting in those Piney Woods | |
Playing my guitar | |
Thinking back on the roads I' d come | |
Thinking I had not come that far... | |
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
And I mean to tell you my friend | |
They weren' t no easy roads | |
You had to watch out for all the curves | |
Down by Kelsey Creek | |
And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture | |
When the water ran too deep |