歌曲 | He Went To Paris |
歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
专辑 | Songs You Know By Heart |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffett | |
He went to | |
Paris, looking for answers | |
To questions that bothered him so | |
He was impressive, young and aggressive | |
Saving world on his own | |
But the warm summer breezes | |
The French wines and cheeses | |
Put his ambition at bay | |
The summers and winters, scattered like splinters | |
And four or five years slipped away | |
He went to | |
England, played the piano | |
And married an actress named | |
KimThey had a fine life, she was a good wife | |
And bore him a young son named | |
JimAll of the answers and all of the questions | |
Locked in his attic one day' | |
Cause he liked the quiet clean country living | |
And twenty more years slipped away | |
Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady | |
And left him with only one eye | |
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered | |
And all he could do was just cry | |
While the tears were a falling, he was recalling | |
Answers he never found | |
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean | |
And left England without a sound | |
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings | |
And drinks his | |
Green Label each day | |
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing | |
But he don't care what most people say | |
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion | |
If he likes you, he'll smile and he'll say"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragicBut I had a good life all the way" | |
And he went to | |
Paris looking for answers | |
To questions that bothered him so |
zuo ci : Buffett | |
He went to | |
Paris, looking for answers | |
To questions that bothered him so | |
He was impressive, young and aggressive | |
Saving world on his own | |
But the warm summer breezes | |
The French wines and cheeses | |
Put his ambition at bay | |
The summers and winters, scattered like splinters | |
And four or five years slipped away | |
He went to | |
England, played the piano | |
And married an actress named | |
KimThey had a fine life, she was a good wife | |
And bore him a young son named | |
JimAll of the answers and all of the questions | |
Locked in his attic one day' | |
Cause he liked the quiet clean country living | |
And twenty more years slipped away | |
Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady | |
And left him with only one eye | |
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered | |
And all he could do was just cry | |
While the tears were a falling, he was recalling | |
Answers he never found | |
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean | |
And left England without a sound | |
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings | |
And drinks his | |
Green Label each day | |
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing | |
But he don' t care what most people say | |
Through eightysix years of perpetual motion | |
If he likes you, he' ll smile and he' ll say" Jimmy, some of it' s magic, some of it' s tragicBut I had a good life all the way" | |
And he went to | |
Paris looking for answers | |
To questions that bothered him so |
zuò cí : Buffett | |
He went to | |
Paris, looking for answers | |
To questions that bothered him so | |
He was impressive, young and aggressive | |
Saving world on his own | |
But the warm summer breezes | |
The French wines and cheeses | |
Put his ambition at bay | |
The summers and winters, scattered like splinters | |
And four or five years slipped away | |
He went to | |
England, played the piano | |
And married an actress named | |
KimThey had a fine life, she was a good wife | |
And bore him a young son named | |
JimAll of the answers and all of the questions | |
Locked in his attic one day' | |
Cause he liked the quiet clean country living | |
And twenty more years slipped away | |
Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady | |
And left him with only one eye | |
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered | |
And all he could do was just cry | |
While the tears were a falling, he was recalling | |
Answers he never found | |
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean | |
And left England without a sound | |
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings | |
And drinks his | |
Green Label each day | |
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing | |
But he don' t care what most people say | |
Through eightysix years of perpetual motion | |
If he likes you, he' ll smile and he' ll say" Jimmy, some of it' s magic, some of it' s tragicBut I had a good life all the way" | |
And he went to | |
Paris looking for answers | |
To questions that bothered him so |