Rough House Blues 歌词
| 歌曲 | Rough House Blues |
| 歌手 | Buck 65 |
| 专辑 | Secret House Against The World |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| I'm going down the road feeling bad, bye and bye | |
| Deep fried blues but I'd rather die than cry | |
| Gas station food bound to go stale soon | |
| There's a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon | |
| Yay, some of these towns are still non-friendly | |
| And this is the hammer that killed John Henry | |
| I'm sick of being tired, sick of the circus life | |
| Here day-dreaming of a waitress as the perfect wife | |
| Utterly inappropriate, taken out of context | |
| Degenerate nervousness, developing a complex | |
| No good with money, left-overs in a bitch bag | |
| Fryin' pan soul and a face like a dishrag | |
| A million old movies, I figured I'd tell | |
| Childhood memories triggered by smell | |
| So now what, you may ask, well that's hard to say | |
| Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play | |
| All the wrong reasons, just another skull to crack | |
| Askin' the dust, I'm stuck in a cul-de-sac | |
| And it may sound silly but to me the threat is very real | |
| So that's why I sing love songs and carry steel | |
| Women and warfare, roaches and roadkills | |
| No easy answers, no deadlines and no frills | |
| Catchin' your drift, receivin' the warning | |
| Packin' my things, I leave in the morning | |
| I drive all night, gone to see my friend | |
| One day this highway will be my end | |
| Now the hills are alive and the motor is dead | |
| That man has a zero floating over his head | |
| I follow my instincts, sometimes follow dogs | |
| Drink muddy water,sleep inside hollow logs | |
| So now what, you may ask, well that's hard to say | |
| Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play |
| zuo ci : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| I' m going down the road feeling bad, bye and bye | |
| Deep fried blues but I' d rather die than cry | |
| Gas station food bound to go stale soon | |
| There' s a curse in the air and a toenail moon | |
| Yay, some of these towns are still nonfriendly | |
| And this is the hammer that killed John Henry | |
| I' m sick of being tired, sick of the circus life | |
| Here daydreaming of a waitress as the perfect wife | |
| Utterly inappropriate, taken out of context | |
| Degenerate nervousness, developing a complex | |
| No good with money, leftovers in a bitch bag | |
| Fryin' pan soul and a face like a dishrag | |
| A million old movies, I figured I' d tell | |
| Childhood memories triggered by smell | |
| So now what, you may ask, well that' s hard to say | |
| Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play | |
| All the wrong reasons, just another skull to crack | |
| Askin' the dust, I' m stuck in a culdesac | |
| And it may sound silly but to me the threat is very real | |
| So that' s why I sing love songs and carry steel | |
| Women and warfare, roaches and roadkills | |
| No easy answers, no deadlines and no frills | |
| Catchin' your drift, receivin' the warning | |
| Packin' my things, I leave in the morning | |
| I drive all night, gone to see my friend | |
| One day this highway will be my end | |
| Now the hills are alive and the motor is dead | |
| That man has a zero floating over his head | |
| I follow my instincts, sometimes follow dogs | |
| Drink muddy water, sleep inside hollow logs | |
| So now what, you may ask, well that' s hard to say | |
| Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play |
| zuò cí : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| I' m going down the road feeling bad, bye and bye | |
| Deep fried blues but I' d rather die than cry | |
| Gas station food bound to go stale soon | |
| There' s a curse in the air and a toenail moon | |
| Yay, some of these towns are still nonfriendly | |
| And this is the hammer that killed John Henry | |
| I' m sick of being tired, sick of the circus life | |
| Here daydreaming of a waitress as the perfect wife | |
| Utterly inappropriate, taken out of context | |
| Degenerate nervousness, developing a complex | |
| No good with money, leftovers in a bitch bag | |
| Fryin' pan soul and a face like a dishrag | |
| A million old movies, I figured I' d tell | |
| Childhood memories triggered by smell | |
| So now what, you may ask, well that' s hard to say | |
| Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play | |
| All the wrong reasons, just another skull to crack | |
| Askin' the dust, I' m stuck in a culdesac | |
| And it may sound silly but to me the threat is very real | |
| So that' s why I sing love songs and carry steel | |
| Women and warfare, roaches and roadkills | |
| No easy answers, no deadlines and no frills | |
| Catchin' your drift, receivin' the warning | |
| Packin' my things, I leave in the morning | |
| I drive all night, gone to see my friend | |
| One day this highway will be my end | |
| Now the hills are alive and the motor is dead | |
| That man has a zero floating over his head | |
| I follow my instincts, sometimes follow dogs | |
| Drink muddy water, sleep inside hollow logs | |
| So now what, you may ask, well that' s hard to say | |
| Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play |
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