作词 : Fitch, Hennessy | |
Big man, big hands | |
Strong back, strong mind | |
Golden glove, at 16 | |
Good looking like Steve McQueen | |
I'm dumb, He's mad | |
I push to fight | |
He says, "Let's go" | |
I said, "All right" | |
Hey, I said, "Okay" | |
Yeah, Poppa bought a pick-up truck | |
With bottle tops and that's enough | |
A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
Blue and white rustin' away | |
Aww, still we ride | |
Yeah, just father and son | |
Small child, front seat | |
Mouth in dad's ear | |
As they drive that truck | |
In the night, in the night | |
Looking up at the night | |
Through dark windshields | |
Buster Browns won't reach | |
I ask to drive | |
And he says, "Okay" | |
Well, Papa bought a pick up truck | |
With bottle tops and that's enough | |
A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
Blue and white rustin' away | |
Aw, still we ride | |
Yeah, just father and son | |
Cool Hand says, "I'm a man who can eat fifty eggs" | |
And, "Sayin' it's your job, don't make it, make it right" | |
We laugh, we cry | |
We say, "That's right" | |
He says, "Let's drive" | |
We say, "All right" | |
Yeah, we said, "Okay" | |
Papa says, "Let's go for a ride" | |
"Oh, We'll grab a bite to eat" | |
"Hell boy, might even let you drive" | |
I said, "Hey pop, oh, turn up the radio" | |
"Aw, 'cause that's my favorite song" | |
"Hey, that's my favorite song" | |
As we went along | |
Oh, roll down your window | |
As we went along | |
Yeah, just father and son | |
Hey, just like we were | |
Yeah, a father and son | |
Hey Papa, "Dairy Queen sounds good to me" | |
And Papa, "Pull off here, I've got to take a leak" | |
And Papa, "You're gonna have to kill me, to keep me down" | |
And Papa, you laugh when I say, | |
"Move it up here, Dragline" | |
Oh, Dragline |
zuo ci : Fitch, Hennessy | |
Big man, big hands | |
Strong back, strong mind | |
Golden glove, at 16 | |
Good looking like Steve McQueen | |
I' m dumb, He' s mad | |
I push to fight | |
He says, " Let' s go" | |
I said, " All right" | |
Hey, I said, " Okay" | |
Yeah, Poppa bought a pickup truck | |
With bottle tops and that' s enough | |
A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
Blue and white rustin' away | |
Aww, still we ride | |
Yeah, just father and son | |
Small child, front seat | |
Mouth in dad' s ear | |
As they drive that truck | |
In the night, in the night | |
Looking up at the night | |
Through dark windshields | |
Buster Browns won' t reach | |
I ask to drive | |
And he says, " Okay" | |
Well, Papa bought a pick up truck | |
With bottle tops and that' s enough | |
A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
Blue and white rustin' away | |
Aw, still we ride | |
Yeah, just father and son | |
Cool Hand says, " I' m a man who can eat fifty eggs" | |
And, " Sayin' it' s your job, don' t make it, make it right" | |
We laugh, we cry | |
We say, " That' s right" | |
He says, " Let' s drive" | |
We say, " All right" | |
Yeah, we said, " Okay" | |
Papa says, " Let' s go for a ride" | |
" Oh, We' ll grab a bite to eat" | |
" Hell boy, might even let you drive" | |
I said, " Hey pop, oh, turn up the radio" | |
" Aw, ' cause that' s my favorite song" | |
" Hey, that' s my favorite song" | |
As we went along | |
Oh, roll down your window | |
As we went along | |
Yeah, just father and son | |
Hey, just like we were | |
Yeah, a father and son | |
Hey Papa, " Dairy Queen sounds good to me" | |
And Papa, " Pull off here, I' ve got to take a leak" | |
And Papa, " You' re gonna have to kill me, to keep me down" | |
And Papa, you laugh when I say, | |
" Move it up here, Dragline" | |
Oh, Dragline |
zuò cí : Fitch, Hennessy | |
Big man, big hands | |
Strong back, strong mind | |
Golden glove, at 16 | |
Good looking like Steve McQueen | |
I' m dumb, He' s mad | |
I push to fight | |
He says, " Let' s go" | |
I said, " All right" | |
Hey, I said, " Okay" | |
Yeah, Poppa bought a pickup truck | |
With bottle tops and that' s enough | |
A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
Blue and white rustin' away | |
Aww, still we ride | |
Yeah, just father and son | |
Small child, front seat | |
Mouth in dad' s ear | |
As they drive that truck | |
In the night, in the night | |
Looking up at the night | |
Through dark windshields | |
Buster Browns won' t reach | |
I ask to drive | |
And he says, " Okay" | |
Well, Papa bought a pick up truck | |
With bottle tops and that' s enough | |
A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
Blue and white rustin' away | |
Aw, still we ride | |
Yeah, just father and son | |
Cool Hand says, " I' m a man who can eat fifty eggs" | |
And, " Sayin' it' s your job, don' t make it, make it right" | |
We laugh, we cry | |
We say, " That' s right" | |
He says, " Let' s drive" | |
We say, " All right" | |
Yeah, we said, " Okay" | |
Papa says, " Let' s go for a ride" | |
" Oh, We' ll grab a bite to eat" | |
" Hell boy, might even let you drive" | |
I said, " Hey pop, oh, turn up the radio" | |
" Aw, ' cause that' s my favorite song" | |
" Hey, that' s my favorite song" | |
As we went along | |
Oh, roll down your window | |
As we went along | |
Yeah, just father and son | |
Hey, just like we were | |
Yeah, a father and son | |
Hey Papa, " Dairy Queen sounds good to me" | |
And Papa, " Pull off here, I' ve got to take a leak" | |
And Papa, " You' re gonna have to kill me, to keep me down" | |
And Papa, you laugh when I say, | |
" Move it up here, Dragline" | |
Oh, Dragline |