歌曲 | I Sang Dixie |
歌手 | Dwight Yoakam |
专辑 | Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room |
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作词 : Yoakam | |
(dwight yoakam) | |
Chorus: | |
I sang dixie as he died | |
The people just walked on by as i cried | |
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
So i sang dixie as he died | |
He said way down yonder in the land of cotton | |
Old times there aren't near as rotten as they are | |
On this damned old l.a. street | |
Then he drew a dying breathe | |
And laid his head against my chest | |
Please lord, take his soul back home to dixie | |
Chorus: | |
I sang dixie as he died | |
The people just walked on by as i cried | |
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
So i sang dixie as he died | |
He said listen to me son while you still can | |
Run back home to that southern land | |
Don't you see what life here has done to me? | |
Then he closed those old blue eyes | |
And fell limp against my side | |
No more pain, now he's safe back home in dixie | |
Chorus: | |
I sang dixie as he died | |
The people just walked on by as i cried | |
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
So i sang dixie as he died | |
I sang dixie as he died |
zuo ci : Yoakam | |
dwight yoakam | |
Chorus: | |
I sang dixie as he died | |
The people just walked on by as i cried | |
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
So i sang dixie as he died | |
He said way down yonder in the land of cotton | |
Old times there aren' t near as rotten as they are | |
On this damned old l. a. street | |
Then he drew a dying breathe | |
And laid his head against my chest | |
Please lord, take his soul back home to dixie | |
Chorus: | |
I sang dixie as he died | |
The people just walked on by as i cried | |
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
So i sang dixie as he died | |
He said listen to me son while you still can | |
Run back home to that southern land | |
Don' t you see what life here has done to me? | |
Then he closed those old blue eyes | |
And fell limp against my side | |
No more pain, now he' s safe back home in dixie | |
Chorus: | |
I sang dixie as he died | |
The people just walked on by as i cried | |
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
So i sang dixie as he died | |
I sang dixie as he died |
zuò cí : Yoakam | |
dwight yoakam | |
Chorus: | |
I sang dixie as he died | |
The people just walked on by as i cried | |
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
So i sang dixie as he died | |
He said way down yonder in the land of cotton | |
Old times there aren' t near as rotten as they are | |
On this damned old l. a. street | |
Then he drew a dying breathe | |
And laid his head against my chest | |
Please lord, take his soul back home to dixie | |
Chorus: | |
I sang dixie as he died | |
The people just walked on by as i cried | |
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
So i sang dixie as he died | |
He said listen to me son while you still can | |
Run back home to that southern land | |
Don' t you see what life here has done to me? | |
Then he closed those old blue eyes | |
And fell limp against my side | |
No more pain, now he' s safe back home in dixie | |
Chorus: | |
I sang dixie as he died | |
The people just walked on by as i cried | |
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
So i sang dixie as he died | |
I sang dixie as he died |