歌曲 | Kirby Hill |
歌手 | Hayseed Dixie |
专辑 | A Hot Piece of Grass |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Wheeler | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
My daddy made corn whiskey | |
up on Kirby Hill | |
Just like his dad before him i | |
n an old pot bellied still. | |
He never took to strangers | |
headin' up that way | |
When he heard 'em talk about it | |
this is what he'd say... | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
One night some revenuers | |
thought they'd take the old man down | |
They asked about the way | |
up Kirby Hill all over town. | |
They headed up the mountain | |
around about half past ten | |
Reckon now it's safe to say | |
we ain't never seen them again. Yeah. | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
Great Grandaddy used to talk | |
'bout the war 'tween the governments | |
Back when old Jeff Davis and | |
Abe Lincoln was the Presidents | |
He watched the Armies marchin' up, | |
he watched 'em both march by | |
No Army never took his still, | |
no Army dared to try. | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
Lately up on Kirby Hill, | |
I been plantin' seeds of my own | |
Lord them fetch a pretty price | |
when they're good and grown. | |
I seen them helicoptors | |
sent by the DEA | |
If they value life like ??? | |
they'll stay the hell away...Hey | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey |
zuo qu : Wheeler | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
My daddy made corn whiskey | |
up on Kirby Hill | |
Just like his dad before him i | |
n an old pot bellied still. | |
He never took to strangers | |
headin' up that way | |
When he heard ' em talk about it | |
this is what he' d say... | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
One night some revenuers | |
thought they' d take the old man down | |
They asked about the way | |
up Kirby Hill all over town. | |
They headed up the mountain | |
around about half past ten | |
Reckon now it' s safe to say | |
we ain' t never seen them again. Yeah. | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
Great Grandaddy used to talk | |
' bout the war ' tween the governments | |
Back when old Jeff Davis and | |
Abe Lincoln was the Presidents | |
He watched the Armies marchin' up, | |
he watched ' em both march by | |
No Army never took his still, | |
no Army dared to try. | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
Lately up on Kirby Hill, | |
I been plantin' seeds of my own | |
Lord them fetch a pretty price | |
when they' re good and grown. | |
I seen them helicoptors | |
sent by the DEA | |
If they value life like nbsp??? | |
they' ll stay the hell away... Hey | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey |
zuò qǔ : Wheeler | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
My daddy made corn whiskey | |
up on Kirby Hill | |
Just like his dad before him i | |
n an old pot bellied still. | |
He never took to strangers | |
headin' up that way | |
When he heard ' em talk about it | |
this is what he' d say... | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
One night some revenuers | |
thought they' d take the old man down | |
They asked about the way | |
up Kirby Hill all over town. | |
They headed up the mountain | |
around about half past ten | |
Reckon now it' s safe to say | |
we ain' t never seen them again. Yeah. | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
Great Grandaddy used to talk | |
' bout the war ' tween the governments | |
Back when old Jeff Davis and | |
Abe Lincoln was the Presidents | |
He watched the Armies marchin' up, | |
he watched ' em both march by | |
No Army never took his still, | |
no Army dared to try. | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey | |
Lately up on Kirby Hill, | |
I been plantin' seeds of my own | |
Lord them fetch a pretty price | |
when they' re good and grown. | |
I seen them helicoptors | |
sent by the DEA | |
If they value life like nbsp??? | |
they' ll stay the hell away... Hey | |
You wanna get your eyes knocked out, | |
You wanna get your fill | |
You wanna get your head shot off, | |
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey |