歌曲 | Thin Air (Smells Like Mississippi) |
歌手 | Widespread Panic |
专辑 | Ball |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Widespread Panic | |
Drivin' in the walkin' rain | |
Let's go, let's go | |
Stream down my windowpane | |
Thru the fields, where does all the water go? | |
Stirring in my sleeping bag | |
There I stew | |
Holdin' tight the teddy bear | |
Dreamin' about you | |
Feels like Mississippi | |
Billy Parker on his high tractor | |
Workin' the dirt all day | |
The sun and the moon, they're trading places | |
Better never put that plow away | |
Yeah, momma was stickin' to her story | |
Happened wars ago | |
But Billy walkin' funny now | |
'Cause he got shot by that local so and so | |
Feels like Mississippi | |
Feels like Mississippi | |
Belly on up boys to your favorite back | |
If you learn how to paint | |
She might never, never come back | |
Guitars can talk on just one string | |
Lord beat that drum boy, boy, boy, boy | |
With a turkey leg | |
Goin' back to Mississippi |
zuo ci : Widespread Panic | |
Drivin' in the walkin' rain | |
Let' s go, let' s go | |
Stream down my windowpane | |
Thru the fields, where does all the water go? | |
Stirring in my sleeping bag | |
There I stew | |
Holdin' tight the teddy bear | |
Dreamin' about you | |
Feels like Mississippi | |
Billy Parker on his high tractor | |
Workin' the dirt all day | |
The sun and the moon, they' re trading places | |
Better never put that plow away | |
Yeah, momma was stickin' to her story | |
Happened wars ago | |
But Billy walkin' funny now | |
' Cause he got shot by that local so and so | |
Feels like Mississippi | |
Feels like Mississippi | |
Belly on up boys to your favorite back | |
If you learn how to paint | |
She might never, never come back | |
Guitars can talk on just one string | |
Lord beat that drum boy, boy, boy, boy | |
With a turkey leg | |
Goin' back to Mississippi |
zuò cí : Widespread Panic | |
Drivin' in the walkin' rain | |
Let' s go, let' s go | |
Stream down my windowpane | |
Thru the fields, where does all the water go? | |
Stirring in my sleeping bag | |
There I stew | |
Holdin' tight the teddy bear | |
Dreamin' about you | |
Feels like Mississippi | |
Billy Parker on his high tractor | |
Workin' the dirt all day | |
The sun and the moon, they' re trading places | |
Better never put that plow away | |
Yeah, momma was stickin' to her story | |
Happened wars ago | |
But Billy walkin' funny now | |
' Cause he got shot by that local so and so | |
Feels like Mississippi | |
Feels like Mississippi | |
Belly on up boys to your favorite back | |
If you learn how to paint | |
She might never, never come back | |
Guitars can talk on just one string | |
Lord beat that drum boy, boy, boy, boy | |
With a turkey leg | |
Goin' back to Mississippi |