歌曲 | The Chain Of Love |
歌手 | Clay Walker |
专辑 | Live, Laugh, Love |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barnett, Lee | |
He was driving home one evening, | |
In his beat up | |
Pontiac When an old lady flagged him down, | |
Her Mercedes had a flat | |
He could see that she was frightened, | |
Standing out there in the snow ' | |
Til he said | |
I'm here to help you ma'am, | |
By the way my name is | |
Joe She said | |
I'm from St. | |
Louis, And | |
I'm only passing through | |
I must have seen a hundred cars go by, | |
This is awful nice of you | |
When he changed the tire, | |
And closed her trunk | |
And was about to drive away, | |
She said how much do | |
I owe you | |
Here's what he had to say | |
You don't owe me a thing, | |
I've been there too | |
Someone once helped me out, | |
Just the way | |
I'm helping you | |
If you really want to pay me back, | |
Here's what you do | |
Don't let the chain of love end with you | |
Well a few miles down the road, | |
The lady saw a small cafe | |
She went in to grab a bite to eat, | |
And then be on her way | |
But she couldn't help but notice, | |
How the waitress smiled so sweet | |
And how she must've been eight months along, | |
And dead on her feet | |
And though she didn't know her story, | |
And she probably never will | |
When the waitress went to get her change, | |
From a hundred dollar bill | |
The lady slipped right out the door, | |
And on a napkin left a note | |
There were tears in the waitress's eyes, | |
When she read what she wrote | |
You don't owe me a thing, | |
I've been there too | |
Someone once helped me out, | |
Just the way | |
I'm helping you | |
If you really want to pay me back, | |
Here's what you do | |
Don't let the chain of love end with you | |
That night when she got home from work, | |
The waitress climbed into bed | |
She was thinkin' about the money, | |
And what the lady's note had said | |
As her husband lay there sleeping, | |
She whispered soft and low | |
Everything's gonna be alright, | |
I love you, | |
Joe |
zuo ci : Barnett, Lee | |
He was driving home one evening, | |
In his beat up | |
Pontiac When an old lady flagged him down, | |
Her Mercedes had a flat | |
He could see that she was frightened, | |
Standing out there in the snow ' | |
Til he said | |
I' m here to help you ma' am, | |
By the way my name is | |
Joe She said | |
I' m from St. | |
Louis, And | |
I' m only passing through | |
I must have seen a hundred cars go by, | |
This is awful nice of you | |
When he changed the tire, | |
And closed her trunk | |
And was about to drive away, | |
She said how much do | |
I owe you | |
Here' s what he had to say | |
You don' t owe me a thing, | |
I' ve been there too | |
Someone once helped me out, | |
Just the way | |
I' m helping you | |
If you really want to pay me back, | |
Here' s what you do | |
Don' t let the chain of love end with you | |
Well a few miles down the road, | |
The lady saw a small cafe | |
She went in to grab a bite to eat, | |
And then be on her way | |
But she couldn' t help but notice, | |
How the waitress smiled so sweet | |
And how she must' ve been eight months along, | |
And dead on her feet | |
And though she didn' t know her story, | |
And she probably never will | |
When the waitress went to get her change, | |
From a hundred dollar bill | |
The lady slipped right out the door, | |
And on a napkin left a note | |
There were tears in the waitress' s eyes, | |
When she read what she wrote | |
You don' t owe me a thing, | |
I' ve been there too | |
Someone once helped me out, | |
Just the way | |
I' m helping you | |
If you really want to pay me back, | |
Here' s what you do | |
Don' t let the chain of love end with you | |
That night when she got home from work, | |
The waitress climbed into bed | |
She was thinkin' about the money, | |
And what the lady' s note had said | |
As her husband lay there sleeping, | |
She whispered soft and low | |
Everything' s gonna be alright, | |
I love you, | |
Joe |
zuò cí : Barnett, Lee | |
He was driving home one evening, | |
In his beat up | |
Pontiac When an old lady flagged him down, | |
Her Mercedes had a flat | |
He could see that she was frightened, | |
Standing out there in the snow ' | |
Til he said | |
I' m here to help you ma' am, | |
By the way my name is | |
Joe She said | |
I' m from St. | |
Louis, And | |
I' m only passing through | |
I must have seen a hundred cars go by, | |
This is awful nice of you | |
When he changed the tire, | |
And closed her trunk | |
And was about to drive away, | |
She said how much do | |
I owe you | |
Here' s what he had to say | |
You don' t owe me a thing, | |
I' ve been there too | |
Someone once helped me out, | |
Just the way | |
I' m helping you | |
If you really want to pay me back, | |
Here' s what you do | |
Don' t let the chain of love end with you | |
Well a few miles down the road, | |
The lady saw a small cafe | |
She went in to grab a bite to eat, | |
And then be on her way | |
But she couldn' t help but notice, | |
How the waitress smiled so sweet | |
And how she must' ve been eight months along, | |
And dead on her feet | |
And though she didn' t know her story, | |
And she probably never will | |
When the waitress went to get her change, | |
From a hundred dollar bill | |
The lady slipped right out the door, | |
And on a napkin left a note | |
There were tears in the waitress' s eyes, | |
When she read what she wrote | |
You don' t owe me a thing, | |
I' ve been there too | |
Someone once helped me out, | |
Just the way | |
I' m helping you | |
If you really want to pay me back, | |
Here' s what you do | |
Don' t let the chain of love end with you | |
That night when she got home from work, | |
The waitress climbed into bed | |
She was thinkin' about the money, | |
And what the lady' s note had said | |
As her husband lay there sleeping, | |
She whispered soft and low | |
Everything' s gonna be alright, | |
I love you, | |
Joe |