Banks Of The Old Bandera 歌词

	作词 : Crowell
	On the banks of the old
	Bandera where roams the barefoot child
	On Sunday go to meetin' shortcuts out along the high wire lines down a dusty road
	The hills there were bluebonnets like a printed cotton gown
	And summer rain falls down like honey sweet magnolia blossoms grow and old men dance
	Once we ran barefooted through a clover full of dew
	Once we learned to play like lone
	Comanches running loose
	What it made you feel like is a song
	But what it feels like now is gone
	I can hear the screen door slamming
	Run a foot race to the creek
	You can see clean to the bottom and deeper just depends on how you look, maybe where you stand
	Monkey vines and swimmin' holes lay just around the bend
	The rope we used to swing on now hangs tattered in the wind
	What it made you feel like is a song
	And what it feels like now is gone
	What it made you feel like is a song

	zuo ci : Crowell
	On the banks of the old
	Bandera where roams the barefoot child
	On Sunday go to meetin' shortcuts out along the high wire lines down a dusty road
	The hills there were bluebonnets like a printed cotton gown
	And summer rain falls down like honey sweet magnolia blossoms grow and old men dance
	Once we ran barefooted through a clover full of dew
	Once we learned to play like lone
	Comanches running loose
	What it made you feel like is a song
	But what it feels like now is gone
	I can hear the screen door slamming
	Run a foot race to the creek
	You can see clean to the bottom and deeper just depends on how you look, maybe where you stand
	Monkey vines and swimmin' holes lay just around the bend
	The rope we used to swing on now hangs tattered in the wind
	What it made you feel like is a song
	And what it feels like now is gone
	What it made you feel like is a song

	zuò cí : Crowell
	On the banks of the old
	Bandera where roams the barefoot child
	On Sunday go to meetin' shortcuts out along the high wire lines down a dusty road
	The hills there were bluebonnets like a printed cotton gown
	And summer rain falls down like honey sweet magnolia blossoms grow and old men dance
	Once we ran barefooted through a clover full of dew
	Once we learned to play like lone
	Comanches running loose
	What it made you feel like is a song
	But what it feels like now is gone
	I can hear the screen door slamming
	Run a foot race to the creek
	You can see clean to the bottom and deeper just depends on how you look, maybe where you stand
	Monkey vines and swimmin' holes lay just around the bend
	The rope we used to swing on now hangs tattered in the wind
	What it made you feel like is a song
	And what it feels like now is gone
	What it made you feel like is a song

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