I'm Not Drivin' These Wheels (Bring The Prose To The Wheel) 歌词
| 歌曲 | I'm Not Drivin' These Wheels (Bring The Prose To The Wheel) |
| 歌手 | Nanci Griffith |
| 专辑 | Once In A Very Blue Moon |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Griffith | |
| From Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus ... | |
| it's the last winter storm of the season and such | |
| And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap | |
| the snow makes me drowsy ... while the dreams roll and tumble ... | |
| It's a long way to Texas ... it's a long way back home | |
| it's a three hour flight on the plane when I go | |
| ... away from this snow from Boston to Southshore where the | |
| dreams roll and tumble ... and bring the prose to the wheel ... | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I'm not drivin' these wheels | |
| I'm not drivin' these wheels | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I'm not drivin' these wheels | |
| I'm not drivin' these wheels ... (today) | |
| That face in the window ... it's one I should know | |
| but it's never been haloed by New England snow ... | |
| and the child 'cross the isle is sleepin' away | |
| while the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble | |
| my way ... | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I'm not drivin' these wheels | |
| I'm not drivin' these wheels | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I'm not drivin' these wheels | |
| I'm not drivin' these wheels ... (today) | |
| This cradle of the interstate makes me weary of dreams | |
| the hurt they cause is now ... restless ... it seems | |
| Oh soldier, dear soldier, 'ya keep your dreams to yourself ... | |
| my hearts rolled and tumbled 'till I've put it on the shelf | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I'm not drivin' these wheels | |
| I'm not drivin' these wheels | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I'm not drivin' these wheels | |
| I'm not drivin' these wheels ... (today) | |
| From Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus | |
| it's the last winter storm of the season and such | |
| And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap ... | |
| the snow makes me drowsy ... while the dreams roll and tumble ... |
| zuo ci : Griffith | |
| From Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus ... | |
| it' s the last winter storm of the season and such | |
| And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap | |
| the snow makes me drowsy ... while the dreams roll and tumble ... | |
| It' s a long way to Texas ... it' s a long way back home | |
| it' s a three hour flight on the plane when I go | |
| ... away from this snow from Boston to Southshore where the | |
| dreams roll and tumble ... and bring the prose to the wheel ... | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels ... today | |
| That face in the window ... it' s one I should know | |
| but it' s never been haloed by New England snow ... | |
| and the child ' cross the isle is sleepin' away | |
| while the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble | |
| my way ... | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels ... today | |
| This cradle of the interstate makes me weary of dreams | |
| the hurt they cause is now ... restless ... it seems | |
| Oh soldier, dear soldier, ' ya keep your dreams to yourself ... | |
| my hearts rolled and tumbled ' till I' ve put it on the shelf | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels ... today | |
| From Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus | |
| it' s the last winter storm of the season and such | |
| And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap ... | |
| the snow makes me drowsy ... while the dreams roll and tumble ... |
| zuò cí : Griffith | |
| From Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus ... | |
| it' s the last winter storm of the season and such | |
| And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap | |
| the snow makes me drowsy ... while the dreams roll and tumble ... | |
| It' s a long way to Texas ... it' s a long way back home | |
| it' s a three hour flight on the plane when I go | |
| ... away from this snow from Boston to Southshore where the | |
| dreams roll and tumble ... and bring the prose to the wheel ... | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels ... today | |
| That face in the window ... it' s one I should know | |
| but it' s never been haloed by New England snow ... | |
| and the child ' cross the isle is sleepin' away | |
| while the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble | |
| my way ... | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels ... today | |
| This cradle of the interstate makes me weary of dreams | |
| the hurt they cause is now ... restless ... it seems | |
| Oh soldier, dear soldier, ' ya keep your dreams to yourself ... | |
| my hearts rolled and tumbled ' till I' ve put it on the shelf | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| Bring the prose to the wheel ... I' m not drivin' these wheels | |
| I' m not drivin' these wheels ... today | |
| From Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus | |
| it' s the last winter storm of the season and such | |
| And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap ... | |
| the snow makes me drowsy ... while the dreams roll and tumble ... |
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