歌曲 | When I Get to the Border |
歌手 | Richard & Linda Thompson |
专辑 | I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Thompson | |
Dirty people take what's mine | |
I can leave them all behind | |
They can never cross that line | |
When I get to the border | |
Sawbones standing at the door | |
Waiting till I hit the floor | |
He won't find me anymore | |
When I get to the border | |
Monday morning, monday morning | |
Closing in on me | |
I'm packing up and I'm running away | |
To where nobody picks on me | |
If you see a box of pine | |
With a name that looks like mine | |
Just say I drowned in a barrel of wine | |
When I got to the border | |
When I got to the border | |
A one way ticket's in my hand | |
Heading for the chosen land | |
My troubles will all turn to sand | |
When I get to the border | |
Salty girl with yellow hair | |
Waiting in that rocking chair | |
And if I'm weary I won't care | |
When I get to the border | |
Monday morning, monday morning | |
Closing in on me | |
I'm packing up and I'm running away | |
To where nobody picks on me | |
The dusty road will smell so sweet | |
Paved with gold beneath my feet | |
And I'll be dancing down the street | |
When I get to the border | |
When I get to the border |
zuo qu : Thompson | |
Dirty people take what' s mine | |
I can leave them all behind | |
They can never cross that line | |
When I get to the border | |
Sawbones standing at the door | |
Waiting till I hit the floor | |
He won' t find me anymore | |
When I get to the border | |
Monday morning, monday morning | |
Closing in on me | |
I' m packing up and I' m running away | |
To where nobody picks on me | |
If you see a box of pine | |
With a name that looks like mine | |
Just say I drowned in a barrel of wine | |
When I got to the border | |
When I got to the border | |
A one way ticket' s in my hand | |
Heading for the chosen land | |
My troubles will all turn to sand | |
When I get to the border | |
Salty girl with yellow hair | |
Waiting in that rocking chair | |
And if I' m weary I won' t care | |
When I get to the border | |
Monday morning, monday morning | |
Closing in on me | |
I' m packing up and I' m running away | |
To where nobody picks on me | |
The dusty road will smell so sweet | |
Paved with gold beneath my feet | |
And I' ll be dancing down the street | |
When I get to the border | |
When I get to the border |
zuò qǔ : Thompson | |
Dirty people take what' s mine | |
I can leave them all behind | |
They can never cross that line | |
When I get to the border | |
Sawbones standing at the door | |
Waiting till I hit the floor | |
He won' t find me anymore | |
When I get to the border | |
Monday morning, monday morning | |
Closing in on me | |
I' m packing up and I' m running away | |
To where nobody picks on me | |
If you see a box of pine | |
With a name that looks like mine | |
Just say I drowned in a barrel of wine | |
When I got to the border | |
When I got to the border | |
A one way ticket' s in my hand | |
Heading for the chosen land | |
My troubles will all turn to sand | |
When I get to the border | |
Salty girl with yellow hair | |
Waiting in that rocking chair | |
And if I' m weary I won' t care | |
When I get to the border | |
Monday morning, monday morning | |
Closing in on me | |
I' m packing up and I' m running away | |
To where nobody picks on me | |
The dusty road will smell so sweet | |
Paved with gold beneath my feet | |
And I' ll be dancing down the street | |
When I get to the border | |
When I get to the border |