歌曲 | Texas And Norma Jean |
歌手 | Brooks & Dunn |
专辑 | Tight Rope |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson, Brooks | |
(Kix Brooks/Lewis Anderson) | |
It was a foggy mornin' south of | |
San Jose We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop | |
With nothin' left to say | |
My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled | |
Down her cheek and | |
I brushed it away | |
I remember it all just like yesterday | |
And I see it now, | |
I feel it still | |
It's a day | |
I can't forget and never will | |
And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
Abilene She used to call me | |
Texas and | |
I called her | |
Norma Jean | |
Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam | |
She was stranded by the roadside on her way to bigger things | |
She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat | |
Her name was | |
Marilyn Justine | |
I fell into her | |
California dream | |
And I see it now, | |
I feel it still | |
It's a day | |
I can't forget and never will | |
And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
Abilene She used to call me | |
Texas and | |
I called her | |
Norma Jean | |
Yeah we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west | |
Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest | |
The life that she had waitin' and the one | |
I left behind | |
And now I'm back here tryin' to sort it out | |
One fence post at a time | |
In that coffee shop, the road just stopped | |
And we faced reality | |
The place that she was goin' had no place for me | |
And I see it now, | |
I feel it still | |
It's a day | |
I can't forget and never will | |
And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
Abilene She used to call me | |
Texas and | |
I called her | |
Norma Jean | |
Yeah I called her | |
Norma Jean |
zuo ci : Anderson, Brooks | |
Kix Brooks Lewis Anderson | |
It was a foggy mornin' south of | |
San Jose We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop | |
With nothin' left to say | |
My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled | |
Down her cheek and | |
I brushed it away | |
I remember it all just like yesterday | |
And I see it now, | |
I feel it still | |
It' s a day | |
I can' t forget and never will | |
And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
Abilene She used to call me | |
Texas and | |
I called her | |
Norma Jean | |
Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam | |
She was stranded by the roadside on her way to bigger things | |
She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat | |
Her name was | |
Marilyn Justine | |
I fell into her | |
California dream | |
And I see it now, | |
I feel it still | |
It' s a day | |
I can' t forget and never will | |
And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
Abilene She used to call me | |
Texas and | |
I called her | |
Norma Jean | |
Yeah we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west | |
Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest | |
The life that she had waitin' and the one | |
I left behind | |
And now I' m back here tryin' to sort it out | |
One fence post at a time | |
In that coffee shop, the road just stopped | |
And we faced reality | |
The place that she was goin' had no place for me | |
And I see it now, | |
I feel it still | |
It' s a day | |
I can' t forget and never will | |
And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
Abilene She used to call me | |
Texas and | |
I called her | |
Norma Jean | |
Yeah I called her | |
Norma Jean |
zuò cí : Anderson, Brooks | |
Kix Brooks Lewis Anderson | |
It was a foggy mornin' south of | |
San Jose We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop | |
With nothin' left to say | |
My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled | |
Down her cheek and | |
I brushed it away | |
I remember it all just like yesterday | |
And I see it now, | |
I feel it still | |
It' s a day | |
I can' t forget and never will | |
And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
Abilene She used to call me | |
Texas and | |
I called her | |
Norma Jean | |
Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam | |
She was stranded by the roadside on her way to bigger things | |
She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat | |
Her name was | |
Marilyn Justine | |
I fell into her | |
California dream | |
And I see it now, | |
I feel it still | |
It' s a day | |
I can' t forget and never will | |
And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
Abilene She used to call me | |
Texas and | |
I called her | |
Norma Jean | |
Yeah we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west | |
Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest | |
The life that she had waitin' and the one | |
I left behind | |
And now I' m back here tryin' to sort it out | |
One fence post at a time | |
In that coffee shop, the road just stopped | |
And we faced reality | |
The place that she was goin' had no place for me | |
And I see it now, | |
I feel it still | |
It' s a day | |
I can' t forget and never will | |
And I hear her voice on the winds of | |
Abilene She used to call me | |
Texas and | |
I called her | |
Norma Jean | |
Yeah I called her | |
Norma Jean |