歌曲 | The Ring |
歌手 | Bob Seger |
歌手 | Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band |
专辑 | Like a Rock |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Words and music by bob seger | |
By the light of the moon | |
To a 50's tune | |
He pledged his love to her | |
A girl so rare | |
A girl so fair | |
The girl for him for sure | |
He could see himself getting up every mornin' | |
For the rest of his life | |
Just to look in those eyes so blue | |
It was all he ever wanted to do | |
She was all he'd ever need to see him through | |
They were still in their teens | |
When he gave her the ring | |
They were married late one may | |
And they moved into a little house | |
On the far end of town | |
Out by the big highway | |
And all through the days | |
And all through the nights | |
The cars and trucks rolled on by | |
And he slept through it all just fine | |
Every night he slept just fine | |
Sometimes she'd stare at the stars out the window | |
Sometimes she'd walk `neath the moon | |
Sometimes she'd sit there just watching him sleeping | |
Hoping the dawn would come soon | |
She'd done well in school | |
She'd followed the rules | |
And she'd always stood out from the rest | |
She'd go off to college | |
And work her way through | |
Then move to some city out west | |
She had it all planned | |
She'd have her career | |
She'd have all of the things that she'd always lacked | |
She'd wake up one morning all packed | |
And leave here and never look back | |
Most of her friends thought it soon would be over | |
Not many thought it would last | |
Most seemed to think they were all wrong for each other | |
And soon it would pass - soon it would pass | |
Now twenty years have gone | |
And her kids have moved on | |
And she's still on the far end of town | |
Her youngest she's livin' somewhere in l.a. | |
And her oldest he works on a nearby farm | |
Her husband comes home | |
And they talk over supper | |
He's usually the first to turn in | |
Another day comes to an end | |
Another day just ends | |
And sometimes in the wee hours when the traffic dies down | |
She'll hear the sound of some bird on the wing | |
And she'll look out the window and she'll look at his picture | |
But not at the ring not at the ring | |
She never looks at the ring |
Words and music by bob seger | |
By the light of the moon | |
To a 50' s tune | |
He pledged his love to her | |
A girl so rare | |
A girl so fair | |
The girl for him for sure | |
He could see himself getting up every mornin' | |
For the rest of his life | |
Just to look in those eyes so blue | |
It was all he ever wanted to do | |
She was all he' d ever need to see him through | |
They were still in their teens | |
When he gave her the ring | |
They were married late one may | |
And they moved into a little house | |
On the far end of town | |
Out by the big highway | |
And all through the days | |
And all through the nights | |
The cars and trucks rolled on by | |
And he slept through it all just fine | |
Every night he slept just fine | |
Sometimes she' d stare at the stars out the window | |
Sometimes she' d walk neath the moon | |
Sometimes she' d sit there just watching him sleeping | |
Hoping the dawn would come soon | |
She' d done well in school | |
She' d followed the rules | |
And she' d always stood out from the rest | |
She' d go off to college | |
And work her way through | |
Then move to some city out west | |
She had it all planned | |
She' d have her career | |
She' d have all of the things that she' d always lacked | |
She' d wake up one morning all packed | |
And leave here and never look back | |
Most of her friends thought it soon would be over | |
Not many thought it would last | |
Most seemed to think they were all wrong for each other | |
And soon it would pass soon it would pass | |
Now twenty years have gone | |
And her kids have moved on | |
And she' s still on the far end of town | |
Her youngest she' s livin' somewhere in l. a. | |
And her oldest he works on a nearby farm | |
Her husband comes home | |
And they talk over supper | |
He' s usually the first to turn in | |
Another day comes to an end | |
Another day just ends | |
And sometimes in the wee hours when the traffic dies down | |
She' ll hear the sound of some bird on the wing | |
And she' ll look out the window and she' ll look at his picture | |
But not at the ring not at the ring | |
She never looks at the ring |
Words and music by bob seger | |
By the light of the moon | |
To a 50' s tune | |
He pledged his love to her | |
A girl so rare | |
A girl so fair | |
The girl for him for sure | |
He could see himself getting up every mornin' | |
For the rest of his life | |
Just to look in those eyes so blue | |
It was all he ever wanted to do | |
She was all he' d ever need to see him through | |
They were still in their teens | |
When he gave her the ring | |
They were married late one may | |
And they moved into a little house | |
On the far end of town | |
Out by the big highway | |
And all through the days | |
And all through the nights | |
The cars and trucks rolled on by | |
And he slept through it all just fine | |
Every night he slept just fine | |
Sometimes she' d stare at the stars out the window | |
Sometimes she' d walk neath the moon | |
Sometimes she' d sit there just watching him sleeping | |
Hoping the dawn would come soon | |
She' d done well in school | |
She' d followed the rules | |
And she' d always stood out from the rest | |
She' d go off to college | |
And work her way through | |
Then move to some city out west | |
She had it all planned | |
She' d have her career | |
She' d have all of the things that she' d always lacked | |
She' d wake up one morning all packed | |
And leave here and never look back | |
Most of her friends thought it soon would be over | |
Not many thought it would last | |
Most seemed to think they were all wrong for each other | |
And soon it would pass soon it would pass | |
Now twenty years have gone | |
And her kids have moved on | |
And she' s still on the far end of town | |
Her youngest she' s livin' somewhere in l. a. | |
And her oldest he works on a nearby farm | |
Her husband comes home | |
And they talk over supper | |
He' s usually the first to turn in | |
Another day comes to an end | |
Another day just ends | |
And sometimes in the wee hours when the traffic dies down | |
She' ll hear the sound of some bird on the wing | |
And she' ll look out the window and she' ll look at his picture | |
But not at the ring not at the ring | |
She never looks at the ring |