歌曲 | Cowboy Singer |
歌手 | Lucy Kaplansky |
专辑 | The Red Thread |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carter | |
Seventeen years she has been in this world | |
Wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little mormon girl | |
She don't know I'm wicked, and she don't know I'm old | |
Sweet Jesus forgive me but she gets in my soul | |
'Cause she believes in the future and the family tree | |
And she thinks there's a little spark of good left in me | |
And she comes to my door 'cause she thinks I can bring her | |
The glamorous life of a cowboy singer | |
I rise from my bed to her hand at the bell | |
I look like the devil and I'm feelin' like hell | |
But she don't seem to notice and she steps right inside | |
For to sing me the song that she made up last night | |
And her voice is shining with the moon and the stars | |
And she plays so unspoiled on that two-bit guitar | |
Singin' love and tomorrow and thank the redeemer | |
And I doom and anoint her a cowboy singer | |
Alone in my room when she leaves me again | |
I stare at the wall and see death closin' in | |
But I like to imagine I will meet her someday | |
In a land at the end of this lonesome highway | |
In a fine high country where the best songs are sung | |
And the labels don't care if you're old or you're young | |
And the martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener | |
And all of the angels are cowboy singers | |
Yes, and all of the angels are cowboy singers |
zuo ci : Carter | |
Seventeen years she has been in this world | |
Wideeyed and wistful, pretty little mormon girl | |
She don' t know I' m wicked, and she don' t know I' m old | |
Sweet Jesus forgive me but she gets in my soul | |
' Cause she believes in the future and the family tree | |
And she thinks there' s a little spark of good left in me | |
And she comes to my door ' cause she thinks I can bring her | |
The glamorous life of a cowboy singer | |
I rise from my bed to her hand at the bell | |
I look like the devil and I' m feelin' like hell | |
But she don' t seem to notice and she steps right inside | |
For to sing me the song that she made up last night | |
And her voice is shining with the moon and the stars | |
And she plays so unspoiled on that twobit guitar | |
Singin' love and tomorrow and thank the redeemer | |
And I doom and anoint her a cowboy singer | |
Alone in my room when she leaves me again | |
I stare at the wall and see death closin' in | |
But I like to imagine I will meet her someday | |
In a land at the end of this lonesome highway | |
In a fine high country where the best songs are sung | |
And the labels don' t care if you' re old or you' re young | |
And the martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener | |
And all of the angels are cowboy singers | |
Yes, and all of the angels are cowboy singers |
zuò cí : Carter | |
Seventeen years she has been in this world | |
Wideeyed and wistful, pretty little mormon girl | |
She don' t know I' m wicked, and she don' t know I' m old | |
Sweet Jesus forgive me but she gets in my soul | |
' Cause she believes in the future and the family tree | |
And she thinks there' s a little spark of good left in me | |
And she comes to my door ' cause she thinks I can bring her | |
The glamorous life of a cowboy singer | |
I rise from my bed to her hand at the bell | |
I look like the devil and I' m feelin' like hell | |
But she don' t seem to notice and she steps right inside | |
For to sing me the song that she made up last night | |
And her voice is shining with the moon and the stars | |
And she plays so unspoiled on that twobit guitar | |
Singin' love and tomorrow and thank the redeemer | |
And I doom and anoint her a cowboy singer | |
Alone in my room when she leaves me again | |
I stare at the wall and see death closin' in | |
But I like to imagine I will meet her someday | |
In a land at the end of this lonesome highway | |
In a fine high country where the best songs are sung | |
And the labels don' t care if you' re old or you' re young | |
And the martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener | |
And all of the angels are cowboy singers | |
Yes, and all of the angels are cowboy singers |