歌曲 | Life on the Road |
歌手 | The Kinks |
专辑 | Sleepwalker [Velvel Bonus Tracks] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Davies | |
Ever since I was a child, | |
I loved to wander wild | |
Through the bright city lights, | |
And find myself a life I could call my own. | |
It was always my ambition | |
To see Piccadilly, | |
Ramble and roam around Soho | |
And Pimlico and Savile Row, | |
And walk down the Abbey Road. | |
So I saved all my money | |
And packed up my clothes, | |
And I said good-bye to my friends | |
And my folks back home. | |
And I left for a life of my own. | |
I left for a life on the road. | |
I'm a real hungry tyke, | |
And I know what I like. | |
And I know where I'm goin': | |
To those bright city lights. | |
Oh yeah, oh yeah, | |
This time I'm gonna get there. | |
I'm bound for a life on the road. | |
Give me life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
When I arrived in Euston, | |
I was little more than a child. | |
And I didn't know then | |
That the dives and the dens | |
Would be so vulgar and wicked and wild. | |
Mama always told me | |
The city ladies were bawdy and bold. | |
And so I searched night and day | |
To catch a kissable lady, | |
But all that I caught was a cold, | |
'Cause those stuck-up city ladies | |
Didn't notice me walk by. | |
Now I've got holes in my shoes | |
'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night. | |
And I'm livin' the life that I chose. | |
Livin' my life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
I want life on the road. | |
Life on the road. | |
I was standing with the punks in Praed Street, | |
When a muscle man came my way. | |
He said, "Hey, are you gay? | |
Can you come out and play?" | |
And like a fool, I went and said, "O.K." | |
Ever since I was knee high, | |
I thought the city was paved with gold. | |
But I've seen so many losers | |
And down and out boozers | |
Who were tired of bein' bought and sold. | |
City women are a tease, | |
But I'd really love to please. | |
Now I've got blood shot eyes | |
'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night. | |
And it sure knocks you out on the road. | |
And I'm livin' my life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
Life on the road. | |
I want life on the road. | |
One of these days, | |
I wanna go home, | |
Visit my friends, | |
And see all the places that I used to know, | |
And say good-bye to a world that's too real; | |
Good-bye to a world that's forgotten how to feel. | |
And it's slowly usin' me, | |
And there's no security. | |
Sometimes I hate the road, | |
But it's the only life I know. | |
But I'm livin' the life that I chose, | |
So I'll live out my life on the road. | |
Give me life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
(repeat) |
zuo qu : Davies | |
Ever since I was a child, | |
I loved to wander wild | |
Through the bright city lights, | |
And find myself a life I could call my own. | |
It was always my ambition | |
To see Piccadilly, | |
Ramble and roam around Soho | |
And Pimlico and Savile Row, | |
And walk down the Abbey Road. | |
So I saved all my money | |
And packed up my clothes, | |
And I said goodbye to my friends | |
And my folks back home. | |
And I left for a life of my own. | |
I left for a life on the road. | |
I' m a real hungry tyke, | |
And I know what I like. | |
And I know where I' m goin': | |
To those bright city lights. | |
Oh yeah, oh yeah, | |
This time I' m gonna get there. | |
I' m bound for a life on the road. | |
Give me life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
When I arrived in Euston, | |
I was little more than a child. | |
And I didn' t know then | |
That the dives and the dens | |
Would be so vulgar and wicked and wild. | |
Mama always told me | |
The city ladies were bawdy and bold. | |
And so I searched night and day | |
To catch a kissable lady, | |
But all that I caught was a cold, | |
' Cause those stuckup city ladies | |
Didn' t notice me walk by. | |
Now I' ve got holes in my shoes | |
' Cause I' ve been walkin' the streets all night. | |
And I' m livin' the life that I chose. | |
Livin' my life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
I want life on the road. | |
Life on the road. | |
I was standing with the punks in Praed Street, | |
When a muscle man came my way. | |
He said, " Hey, are you gay? | |
Can you come out and play?" | |
And like a fool, I went and said, " O. K." | |
Ever since I was knee high, | |
I thought the city was paved with gold. | |
But I' ve seen so many losers | |
And down and out boozers | |
Who were tired of bein' bought and sold. | |
City women are a tease, | |
But I' d really love to please. | |
Now I' ve got blood shot eyes | |
' Cause I' ve been walkin' the streets all night. | |
And it sure knocks you out on the road. | |
And I' m livin' my life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
Life on the road. | |
I want life on the road. | |
One of these days, | |
I wanna go home, | |
Visit my friends, | |
And see all the places that I used to know, | |
And say goodbye to a world that' s too real | |
Goodbye to a world that' s forgotten how to feel. | |
And it' s slowly usin' me, | |
And there' s no security. | |
Sometimes I hate the road, | |
But it' s the only life I know. | |
But I' m livin' the life that I chose, | |
So I' ll live out my life on the road. | |
Give me life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
repeat |
zuò qǔ : Davies | |
Ever since I was a child, | |
I loved to wander wild | |
Through the bright city lights, | |
And find myself a life I could call my own. | |
It was always my ambition | |
To see Piccadilly, | |
Ramble and roam around Soho | |
And Pimlico and Savile Row, | |
And walk down the Abbey Road. | |
So I saved all my money | |
And packed up my clothes, | |
And I said goodbye to my friends | |
And my folks back home. | |
And I left for a life of my own. | |
I left for a life on the road. | |
I' m a real hungry tyke, | |
And I know what I like. | |
And I know where I' m goin': | |
To those bright city lights. | |
Oh yeah, oh yeah, | |
This time I' m gonna get there. | |
I' m bound for a life on the road. | |
Give me life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
When I arrived in Euston, | |
I was little more than a child. | |
And I didn' t know then | |
That the dives and the dens | |
Would be so vulgar and wicked and wild. | |
Mama always told me | |
The city ladies were bawdy and bold. | |
And so I searched night and day | |
To catch a kissable lady, | |
But all that I caught was a cold, | |
' Cause those stuckup city ladies | |
Didn' t notice me walk by. | |
Now I' ve got holes in my shoes | |
' Cause I' ve been walkin' the streets all night. | |
And I' m livin' the life that I chose. | |
Livin' my life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
I want life on the road. | |
Life on the road. | |
I was standing with the punks in Praed Street, | |
When a muscle man came my way. | |
He said, " Hey, are you gay? | |
Can you come out and play?" | |
And like a fool, I went and said, " O. K." | |
Ever since I was knee high, | |
I thought the city was paved with gold. | |
But I' ve seen so many losers | |
And down and out boozers | |
Who were tired of bein' bought and sold. | |
City women are a tease, | |
But I' d really love to please. | |
Now I' ve got blood shot eyes | |
' Cause I' ve been walkin' the streets all night. | |
And it sure knocks you out on the road. | |
And I' m livin' my life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
Life on the road. | |
I want life on the road. | |
One of these days, | |
I wanna go home, | |
Visit my friends, | |
And see all the places that I used to know, | |
And say goodbye to a world that' s too real | |
Goodbye to a world that' s forgotten how to feel. | |
And it' s slowly usin' me, | |
And there' s no security. | |
Sometimes I hate the road, | |
But it' s the only life I know. | |
But I' m livin' the life that I chose, | |
So I' ll live out my life on the road. | |
Give me life on the road. | |
I said life on the road. | |
repeat |