歌曲 | Nobody Gonna Tell Me What To Do |
歌手 | Van Zant |
专辑 | Get Right With The Man |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mullins, Nichols, Wiseman | |
Shoulda seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift, | |
When I threw my hard hat at him, | |
An' suggested the box where he could stick it. | |
I walked downstairs an told 'em I was leavin' Bethlehem, | |
Like I'd seen the Saviour, had tears in my eyes, | |
Holdin' my hands up an' shoutin': "Amen." | |
'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight, | |
In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes. | |
Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know: | |
You might tell me where to go, | |
But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
We buried Daddy just like week at the church to save his soul. | |
Man, he dreamed of pilot's wings: | |
Spent his whole life diggin' coal. | |
I got a guitar under my bed, but I've been too scared to fly. | |
But that's enough of that stuff, I'm packin' up my truck: | |
They can just kiss my butt goodbye. | |
'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight, | |
In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes. | |
Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know: | |
You might tell me where to go, | |
But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
Instrumental Break. | |
'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
(Ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.) | |
I spent most of my life wrapped up tight, | |
In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes. | |
Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know: | |
You might tell me where to go, | |
But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I walked downstairs an told 'em I was leavin' Bethlehem. |
zuo qu : Mullins, Nichols, Wiseman | |
Shoulda seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift, | |
When I threw my hard hat at him, | |
An' suggested the box where he could stick it. | |
I walked downstairs an told ' em I was leavin' Bethlehem, | |
Like I' d seen the Saviour, had tears in my eyes, | |
Holdin' my hands up an' shoutin': " Amen." | |
' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I spent most of my life awrapped up tight, | |
In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
You might tell me where to go, | |
But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
We buried Daddy just like week at the church to save his soul. | |
Man, he dreamed of pilot' s wings: | |
Spent his whole life diggin' coal. | |
I got a guitar under my bed, but I' ve been too scared to fly. | |
But that' s enough of that stuff, I' m packin' up my truck: | |
They can just kiss my butt goodbye. | |
' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I spent most of my life awrapped up tight, | |
In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
You might tell me where to go, | |
But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
Instrumental Break. | |
' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
Ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I spent most of my life wrapped up tight, | |
In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
You might tell me where to go, | |
But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I walked downstairs an told ' em I was leavin' Bethlehem. |
zuò qǔ : Mullins, Nichols, Wiseman | |
Shoulda seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift, | |
When I threw my hard hat at him, | |
An' suggested the box where he could stick it. | |
I walked downstairs an told ' em I was leavin' Bethlehem, | |
Like I' d seen the Saviour, had tears in my eyes, | |
Holdin' my hands up an' shoutin': " Amen." | |
' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I spent most of my life awrapped up tight, | |
In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
You might tell me where to go, | |
But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
We buried Daddy just like week at the church to save his soul. | |
Man, he dreamed of pilot' s wings: | |
Spent his whole life diggin' coal. | |
I got a guitar under my bed, but I' ve been too scared to fly. | |
But that' s enough of that stuff, I' m packin' up my truck: | |
They can just kiss my butt goodbye. | |
' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I spent most of my life awrapped up tight, | |
In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
You might tell me where to go, | |
But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
Instrumental Break. | |
' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
Ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I spent most of my life wrapped up tight, | |
In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
You might tell me where to go, | |
But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
I walked downstairs an told ' em I was leavin' Bethlehem. |