歌曲 | Living With The Law |
歌手 | Chris Whitley |
专辑 | Living With The Law |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Whitley | |
Living with the Law Chris Whitley | |
Brother runnin' powder money | |
Daddy's somewhere on a drunk | |
In the hours, after washing | |
I do my dreaming with a gun | |
Well I come down from the country | |
Find a lesson in the draw | |
There ain't no secrets in the city | |
It's hard living with the law | |
They got machines, mama I can't figure | |
They got a romance made for doing time | |
Send me out child, running outside | |
Out along a world of crime | |
Gonna swing my scythe, got a hand upon the handle | |
Gonna shade my children ways I understand | |
Milk the trigger, kill the hunger | |
Staring down this broken land | |
So fetch on up your greasy apron | |
Spread your lover in the straw | |
Hear me baby, I'm nearly crazy | |
It's hard living with the law |
zuo ci : Whitley | |
Living with the Law Chris Whitley | |
Brother runnin' powder money | |
Daddy' s somewhere on a drunk | |
In the hours, after washing | |
I do my dreaming with a gun | |
Well I come down from the country | |
Find a lesson in the draw | |
There ain' t no secrets in the city | |
It' s hard living with the law | |
They got machines, mama I can' t figure | |
They got a romance made for doing time | |
Send me out child, running outside | |
Out along a world of crime | |
Gonna swing my scythe, got a hand upon the handle | |
Gonna shade my children ways I understand | |
Milk the trigger, kill the hunger | |
Staring down this broken land | |
So fetch on up your greasy apron | |
Spread your lover in the straw | |
Hear me baby, I' m nearly crazy | |
It' s hard living with the law |
zuò cí : Whitley | |
Living with the Law Chris Whitley | |
Brother runnin' powder money | |
Daddy' s somewhere on a drunk | |
In the hours, after washing | |
I do my dreaming with a gun | |
Well I come down from the country | |
Find a lesson in the draw | |
There ain' t no secrets in the city | |
It' s hard living with the law | |
They got machines, mama I can' t figure | |
They got a romance made for doing time | |
Send me out child, running outside | |
Out along a world of crime | |
Gonna swing my scythe, got a hand upon the handle | |
Gonna shade my children ways I understand | |
Milk the trigger, kill the hunger | |
Staring down this broken land | |
So fetch on up your greasy apron | |
Spread your lover in the straw | |
Hear me baby, I' m nearly crazy | |
It' s hard living with the law |