歌曲 | A Lot Like Me |
歌手 | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
专辑 | Hometown Girl |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
He was a long tall stranger from way down south | |
Where he'd left his life behind | |
He had a big old gibson and a pickup truck | |
And shenandoah eyes | |
And i remember him sitting in that local bar | |
Where i earned my pay each night | |
Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight | |
So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar | |
I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar | |
And we talked about the singers and the songs we loved | |
And the songs we'd most forgot | |
In that rundown bar they'd make last call | |
And i'd never want to stop | |
Chorus: cause i was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams | |
With my cowboy boots and my old six string | |
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars | |
When i'd get him up at closing time | |
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine | |
Like the star that he longed to be | |
He looked a hell of a lot like me | |
Well he'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free | |
No fancy licks but he had him a gift for the kinds of songs he'd ding | |
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man | |
Just to have your piece of mind | |
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time | |
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar | |
And to share a drink or two | |
And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do | |
There's a wealth of dangers when you're talking to strangers | |
And i meet them all the time | |
But my heart knew better than my head when i looked into those yes | |
Chorus: | |
Well maybe i'll quit when i've got me a kid and a place to call my own | |
But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home | |
It's a helluva way to live from day to day | |
Not knowing where you're bound | |
But the look in his eyes made me realize | |
I was glad for the life i'd found | |
Chorus: |
He was a long tall stranger from way down south | |
Where he' d left his life behind | |
He had a big old gibson and a pickup truck | |
And shenandoah eyes | |
And i remember him sitting in that local bar | |
Where i earned my pay each night | |
Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight | |
So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar | |
I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar | |
And we talked about the singers and the songs we loved | |
And the songs we' d most forgot | |
In that rundown bar they' d make last call | |
And i' d never want to stop | |
Chorus: cause i was living on nothing but a young girl' s dreams | |
With my cowboy boots and my old six string | |
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars | |
When i' d get him up at closing time | |
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine | |
Like the star that he longed to be | |
He looked a hell of a lot like me | |
Well he' d played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free | |
No fancy licks but he had him a gift for the kinds of songs he' d ding | |
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man | |
Just to have your piece of mind | |
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time | |
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar | |
And to share a drink or two | |
And we sit swapping tales of where we' ve been and what we' d rather do | |
There' s a wealth of dangers when you' re talking to strangers | |
And i meet them all the time | |
But my heart knew better than my head when i looked into those yes | |
Chorus: | |
Well maybe i' ll quit when i' ve got me a kid and a place to call my own | |
But tonight there ain' t nobody there waiting up for me at home | |
It' s a helluva way to live from day to day | |
Not knowing where you' re bound | |
But the look in his eyes made me realize | |
I was glad for the life i' d found | |
Chorus: |
He was a long tall stranger from way down south | |
Where he' d left his life behind | |
He had a big old gibson and a pickup truck | |
And shenandoah eyes | |
And i remember him sitting in that local bar | |
Where i earned my pay each night | |
Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight | |
So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar | |
I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar | |
And we talked about the singers and the songs we loved | |
And the songs we' d most forgot | |
In that rundown bar they' d make last call | |
And i' d never want to stop | |
Chorus: cause i was living on nothing but a young girl' s dreams | |
With my cowboy boots and my old six string | |
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars | |
When i' d get him up at closing time | |
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine | |
Like the star that he longed to be | |
He looked a hell of a lot like me | |
Well he' d played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free | |
No fancy licks but he had him a gift for the kinds of songs he' d ding | |
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man | |
Just to have your piece of mind | |
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time | |
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar | |
And to share a drink or two | |
And we sit swapping tales of where we' ve been and what we' d rather do | |
There' s a wealth of dangers when you' re talking to strangers | |
And i meet them all the time | |
But my heart knew better than my head when i looked into those yes | |
Chorus: | |
Well maybe i' ll quit when i' ve got me a kid and a place to call my own | |
But tonight there ain' t nobody there waiting up for me at home | |
It' s a helluva way to live from day to day | |
Not knowing where you' re bound | |
But the look in his eyes made me realize | |
I was glad for the life i' d found | |
Chorus: |