歌曲 | My Momma Had Soul |
歌手 | Lobo |
专辑 | A Cowboy Afraid Of Horses |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Lobo Music:Lobo | |
When I was just a boy I was never told | |
Now son don't you listen | |
To that Rock and Roll | |
'Cause I was brought up by my Momma | |
And we were poor as dirt | |
And the music made us feel better | |
Everytime our stomachs hurt. | |
My Momma had soul | |
My Momma had soul | |
We may've not had a lot to eat | |
In the house | |
But we always had some music | |
That was playing real loud | |
My Momma had soul | |
My Momma had soul | |
When things were going bad | |
And the house got dark | |
Me and Momma'd sit on a bench | |
Out in the park | |
We'd hear the jukebox playing | |
In the corner bar | |
And the music made us dance and | |
Sing underneath the summer stars. | |
You know my Momma got older as | |
The years went along | |
But she never got so old | |
She couldn't dance | |
To a Rock and Roll song |
Lyrics: Lobo Music: Lobo | |
When I was just a boy I was never told | |
Now son don' t you listen | |
To that Rock and Roll | |
' Cause I was brought up by my Momma | |
And we were poor as dirt | |
And the music made us feel better | |
Everytime our stomachs hurt. | |
My Momma had soul | |
My Momma had soul | |
We may' ve not had a lot to eat | |
In the house | |
But we always had some music | |
That was playing real loud | |
My Momma had soul | |
My Momma had soul | |
When things were going bad | |
And the house got dark | |
Me and Momma' d sit on a bench | |
Out in the park | |
We' d hear the jukebox playing | |
In the corner bar | |
And the music made us dance and | |
Sing underneath the summer stars. | |
You know my Momma got older as | |
The years went along | |
But she never got so old | |
She couldn' t dance | |
To a Rock and Roll song |
Lyrics: Lobo Music: Lobo | |
When I was just a boy I was never told | |
Now son don' t you listen | |
To that Rock and Roll | |
' Cause I was brought up by my Momma | |
And we were poor as dirt | |
And the music made us feel better | |
Everytime our stomachs hurt. | |
My Momma had soul | |
My Momma had soul | |
We may' ve not had a lot to eat | |
In the house | |
But we always had some music | |
That was playing real loud | |
My Momma had soul | |
My Momma had soul | |
When things were going bad | |
And the house got dark | |
Me and Momma' d sit on a bench | |
Out in the park | |
We' d hear the jukebox playing | |
In the corner bar | |
And the music made us dance and | |
Sing underneath the summer stars. | |
You know my Momma got older as | |
The years went along | |
But she never got so old | |
She couldn' t dance | |
To a Rock and Roll song |