歌曲 | The Ballad Of Jerry Jeff Walker - Featuring Jerry Jeff Walker |
歌手 | Brooks & Dunn |
专辑 | Cowboy Town |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Jerry Jeff | |
Walker stumbled up the stairs | |
On his way to the stage | |
With a Martin guitar and a six pack | |
Yeah, and he was the poet of the | |
Lone Star state | |
And I was young enough to think | |
I was good enough | |
To be his openin’ act | |
And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke | |
And counted one, two, three | |
And I knew right there, just breathin' his air | |
What I wanted to be | |
Buckaroos and jaded lovers | |
L.A. freeway and redneck mother | |
Mothers who had raised a son so well | |
Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner's | |
Singin’ about to come back home and | |
Most likely too far gone to get there | |
Hey, Kix, that was 76 | |
That was just enough beer to get us through the set | |
And get as high as our crowd | |
We got seven hundred miles, | |
Jerry, we gotta go | |
Yeah, you’re out of your mind, you’ll never make it on time | |
Why not just have another round | |
Oh, we were tryin' to get paid, just tryin' to get laid | |
Livin' on love | |
Sleepin' on the stage, just turn another page | |
Never thinkin’ we’d ever grow up, oh yeah | |
Buckaroos and jaded lovers | |
L.A. freeway and redneck mother | |
Mothers who had raised a son so well | |
Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner's | |
Singin’ about to come back home and | |
Most likely too far gone to get there | |
Well, the way | |
I recall the 70’s | |
We were down in | |
Austin and the establishment were sayin' | |
We were wastin' our time | |
Next thing | |
I know we were makin’ more money | |
Than we could count them | |
We’re all bein’ sued by the | |
IRSHavin’ more fun than the law allowed | |
Yeah, I’m talkin' loners and stoner's | |
And singin’ about to come back home and | |
Most likely too far gone to get there | |
Yeah, they were most likely too far gone to get there | |
Jerry Jeff | |
Walker stumbled up the stairs | |
On his way to the stage | |
With a Martin guitar and a six pack | |
Tools of the trade, son |
Jerry Jeff | |
Walker stumbled up the stairs | |
On his way to the stage | |
With a Martin guitar and a six pack | |
Yeah, and he was the poet of the | |
Lone Star state | |
And I was young enough to think | |
I was good enough | |
To be his openin' act | |
And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke | |
And counted one, two, three | |
And I knew right there, just breathin' his air | |
What I wanted to be | |
Buckaroos and jaded lovers | |
L. A. freeway and redneck mother | |
Mothers who had raised a son so well | |
Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner' s | |
Singin' about to come back home and | |
Most likely too far gone to get there | |
Hey, Kix, that was 76 | |
That was just enough beer to get us through the set | |
And get as high as our crowd | |
We got seven hundred miles, | |
Jerry, we gotta go | |
Yeah, you' re out of your mind, you' ll never make it on time | |
Why not just have another round | |
Oh, we were tryin' to get paid, just tryin' to get laid | |
Livin' on love | |
Sleepin' on the stage, just turn another page | |
Never thinkin' we' d ever grow up, oh yeah | |
Buckaroos and jaded lovers | |
L. A. freeway and redneck mother | |
Mothers who had raised a son so well | |
Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner' s | |
Singin' about to come back home and | |
Most likely too far gone to get there | |
Well, the way | |
I recall the 70' s | |
We were down in | |
Austin and the establishment were sayin' | |
We were wastin' our time | |
Next thing | |
I know we were makin' more money | |
Than we could count them | |
We' re all bein' sued by the | |
IRSHavin' more fun than the law allowed | |
Yeah, I' m talkin' loners and stoner' s | |
And singin' about to come back home and | |
Most likely too far gone to get there | |
Yeah, they were most likely too far gone to get there | |
Jerry Jeff | |
Walker stumbled up the stairs | |
On his way to the stage | |
With a Martin guitar and a six pack | |
Tools of the trade, son |
Jerry Jeff | |
Walker stumbled up the stairs | |
On his way to the stage | |
With a Martin guitar and a six pack | |
Yeah, and he was the poet of the | |
Lone Star state | |
And I was young enough to think | |
I was good enough | |
To be his openin' act | |
And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke | |
And counted one, two, three | |
And I knew right there, just breathin' his air | |
What I wanted to be | |
Buckaroos and jaded lovers | |
L. A. freeway and redneck mother | |
Mothers who had raised a son so well | |
Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner' s | |
Singin' about to come back home and | |
Most likely too far gone to get there | |
Hey, Kix, that was 76 | |
That was just enough beer to get us through the set | |
And get as high as our crowd | |
We got seven hundred miles, | |
Jerry, we gotta go | |
Yeah, you' re out of your mind, you' ll never make it on time | |
Why not just have another round | |
Oh, we were tryin' to get paid, just tryin' to get laid | |
Livin' on love | |
Sleepin' on the stage, just turn another page | |
Never thinkin' we' d ever grow up, oh yeah | |
Buckaroos and jaded lovers | |
L. A. freeway and redneck mother | |
Mothers who had raised a son so well | |
Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner' s | |
Singin' about to come back home and | |
Most likely too far gone to get there | |
Well, the way | |
I recall the 70' s | |
We were down in | |
Austin and the establishment were sayin' | |
We were wastin' our time | |
Next thing | |
I know we were makin' more money | |
Than we could count them | |
We' re all bein' sued by the | |
IRSHavin' more fun than the law allowed | |
Yeah, I' m talkin' loners and stoner' s | |
And singin' about to come back home and | |
Most likely too far gone to get there | |
Yeah, they were most likely too far gone to get there | |
Jerry Jeff | |
Walker stumbled up the stairs | |
On his way to the stage | |
With a Martin guitar and a six pack | |
Tools of the trade, son |