歌曲 | If Hell Had A Jukebox |
歌手 | Travis Tritt |
专辑 | It's All About To Change |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rogers, Tritt | |
(Travis Tritt) | |
You left me for a dream you had to follow | |
But I thought goodbye wouldn't last that long | |
You'd go off chasin' rainbows till you realized I loved you | |
And then run back to my arms where you belong | |
But months have passed, I guess I was mistakem | |
And love was something I thought I knew well | |
But when you called me on the phone, asking when you'd come back home | |
You simply told me I could go to Hell | |
Well, honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
You could find me there this evening | |
With the broken hearted grieving | |
Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
I've looked at all the pictures from our good times | |
And tried to figure out where we went wrong | |
And I've dropped a million quarters down the jukebox | |
'Cause I'm still haunted by what used to be our song | |
I wish this mental torture would release me | |
Lord, I've give all I had for what it's worth | |
I don't see how the fires below, where you wanted me to go | |
Could be worse than Hell I'm living here on Earth | |
And honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
You could find me there this evening | |
With the broken hearted grieving | |
Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
Yes, you could find me there this evening | |
With the broken hearted grieving | |
Prayin' like hell you would come back home |
zuo ci : Rogers, Tritt | |
Travis Tritt | |
You left me for a dream you had to follow | |
But I thought goodbye wouldn' t last that long | |
You' d go off chasin' rainbows till you realized I loved you | |
And then run back to my arms where you belong | |
But months have passed, I guess I was mistakem | |
And love was something I thought I knew well | |
But when you called me on the phone, asking when you' d come back home | |
You simply told me I could go to Hell | |
Well, honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
You could find me there this evening | |
With the broken hearted grieving | |
Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
I' ve looked at all the pictures from our good times | |
And tried to figure out where we went wrong | |
And I' ve dropped a million quarters down the jukebox | |
' Cause I' m still haunted by what used to be our song | |
I wish this mental torture would release me | |
Lord, I' ve give all I had for what it' s worth | |
I don' t see how the fires below, where you wanted me to go | |
Could be worse than Hell I' m living here on Earth | |
And honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
You could find me there this evening | |
With the broken hearted grieving | |
Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
Yes, you could find me there this evening | |
With the broken hearted grieving | |
Prayin' like hell you would come back home |
zuò cí : Rogers, Tritt | |
Travis Tritt | |
You left me for a dream you had to follow | |
But I thought goodbye wouldn' t last that long | |
You' d go off chasin' rainbows till you realized I loved you | |
And then run back to my arms where you belong | |
But months have passed, I guess I was mistakem | |
And love was something I thought I knew well | |
But when you called me on the phone, asking when you' d come back home | |
You simply told me I could go to Hell | |
Well, honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
You could find me there this evening | |
With the broken hearted grieving | |
Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
I' ve looked at all the pictures from our good times | |
And tried to figure out where we went wrong | |
And I' ve dropped a million quarters down the jukebox | |
' Cause I' m still haunted by what used to be our song | |
I wish this mental torture would release me | |
Lord, I' ve give all I had for what it' s worth | |
I don' t see how the fires below, where you wanted me to go | |
Could be worse than Hell I' m living here on Earth | |
And honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
You could find me there this evening | |
With the broken hearted grieving | |
Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
Yes, you could find me there this evening | |
With the broken hearted grieving | |
Prayin' like hell you would come back home |