歌曲 | Seeds |
歌手 | Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band |
专辑 | London Calling: Live in Hyde Park [DVD] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen | |
Well a great black river a man had found | |
So he put all his money in a hole in the ground | |
And sent a big steel arm drivin' down down down | |
Man now I live on the streets of Houston town | |
Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along | |
And we headed down south with just spit and a song | |
But they said 'Sorry son it's gone gone gone' | |
Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks | |
The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back | |
Tents pitched on the highway in the dirty moonlight | |
And I don't know where I'm gonna sleep tonight | |
Parked in the lumberyard freezin' our asses off | |
My kids in the back seat got a graveyard cough | |
Well I'm sleepin' up in front with my wife | |
Billy club tappin' on the windshield in the middle of the night | |
Says 'Move along man move along' | |
Well big limousine long shiny and black | |
You don't look ahead you don't look back | |
How many times can you get up after you've been hit? | |
Well I swear if I could spare the spit | |
I'd lay one on your shiny chrome | |
And send you on your way back home | |
So if you're gonna leave your town where the north wind blow | |
To go on down where that sweet soda river flow | |
Well you better think twice on it Jack | |
You're better off buyin' a shotgun dead off the rack | |
You ain't gonna find nothin' down here friend | |
Except seeds blowin' up the highway in the south wind | |
Movin' on movin' on it's gone gone it's all gone |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
Well a great black river a man had found | |
So he put all his money in a hole in the ground | |
And sent a big steel arm drivin' down down down | |
Man now I live on the streets of Houston town | |
Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along | |
And we headed down south with just spit and a song | |
But they said ' Sorry son it' s gone gone gone' | |
Well there' s men hunkered down by the railroad tracks | |
The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back | |
Tents pitched on the highway in the dirty moonlight | |
And I don' t know where I' m gonna sleep tonight | |
Parked in the lumberyard freezin' our asses off | |
My kids in the back seat got a graveyard cough | |
Well I' m sleepin' up in front with my wife | |
Billy club tappin' on the windshield in the middle of the night | |
Says ' Move along man move along' | |
Well big limousine long shiny and black | |
You don' t look ahead you don' t look back | |
How many times can you get up after you' ve been hit? | |
Well I swear if I could spare the spit | |
I' d lay one on your shiny chrome | |
And send you on your way back home | |
So if you' re gonna leave your town where the north wind blow | |
To go on down where that sweet soda river flow | |
Well you better think twice on it Jack | |
You' re better off buyin' a shotgun dead off the rack | |
You ain' t gonna find nothin' down here friend | |
Except seeds blowin' up the highway in the south wind | |
Movin' on movin' on it' s gone gone it' s all gone |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
Well a great black river a man had found | |
So he put all his money in a hole in the ground | |
And sent a big steel arm drivin' down down down | |
Man now I live on the streets of Houston town | |
Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along | |
And we headed down south with just spit and a song | |
But they said ' Sorry son it' s gone gone gone' | |
Well there' s men hunkered down by the railroad tracks | |
The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back | |
Tents pitched on the highway in the dirty moonlight | |
And I don' t know where I' m gonna sleep tonight | |
Parked in the lumberyard freezin' our asses off | |
My kids in the back seat got a graveyard cough | |
Well I' m sleepin' up in front with my wife | |
Billy club tappin' on the windshield in the middle of the night | |
Says ' Move along man move along' | |
Well big limousine long shiny and black | |
You don' t look ahead you don' t look back | |
How many times can you get up after you' ve been hit? | |
Well I swear if I could spare the spit | |
I' d lay one on your shiny chrome | |
And send you on your way back home | |
So if you' re gonna leave your town where the north wind blow | |
To go on down where that sweet soda river flow | |
Well you better think twice on it Jack | |
You' re better off buyin' a shotgun dead off the rack | |
You ain' t gonna find nothin' down here friend | |
Except seeds blowin' up the highway in the south wind | |
Movin' on movin' on it' s gone gone it' s all gone |