歌曲 | Old Pictures |
歌手 | The Judds |
专辑 | The Essential Judds |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gillespie, Oslin | |
Here's a little girl playin' dress up | |
Somewhere under all that lace | |
Standin' in her mama's high heeled shoes | |
With a lipstick covered face | |
And here's a little boy on a pony | |
He's a cowboy all the way | |
He used to pull my hair and make me mad | |
At the saturday matinee | |
Who would've thought that i'd lose my heart | |
To the same little boy someday | |
(chorus) | |
Lookin' through my old pictures | |
Faded photographs | |
Some of them bring me close to tears | |
Others make me laugh | |
Old memories seem to come alive | |
And open up the past again | |
And let me dream inside | |
Here's brother with his first automobile | |
Thought he'd washed the paint away | |
He took a job that took him west | |
He's doing very well | |
We don't see much of brother these days | |
And this is my favorite of my papa | |
He's dressed up in his sunday suit | |
A wide brimmed hat, a watch on a chain | |
Well, i'm gonna tell you the truth | |
It's a picture of a downright handsome man | |
Caught in the prime of his youth | |
(repeat chorus) | |
They open up the past again and let me dream inside |
zuo ci : Gillespie, Oslin | |
Here' s a little girl playin' dress up | |
Somewhere under all that lace | |
Standin' in her mama' s high heeled shoes | |
With a lipstick covered face | |
And here' s a little boy on a pony | |
He' s a cowboy all the way | |
He used to pull my hair and make me mad | |
At the saturday matinee | |
Who would' ve thought that i' d lose my heart | |
To the same little boy someday | |
chorus | |
Lookin' through my old pictures | |
Faded photographs | |
Some of them bring me close to tears | |
Others make me laugh | |
Old memories seem to come alive | |
And open up the past again | |
And let me dream inside | |
Here' s brother with his first automobile | |
Thought he' d washed the paint away | |
He took a job that took him west | |
He' s doing very well | |
We don' t see much of brother these days | |
And this is my favorite of my papa | |
He' s dressed up in his sunday suit | |
A wide brimmed hat, a watch on a chain | |
Well, i' m gonna tell you the truth | |
It' s a picture of a downright handsome man | |
Caught in the prime of his youth | |
repeat chorus | |
They open up the past again and let me dream inside |
zuò cí : Gillespie, Oslin | |
Here' s a little girl playin' dress up | |
Somewhere under all that lace | |
Standin' in her mama' s high heeled shoes | |
With a lipstick covered face | |
And here' s a little boy on a pony | |
He' s a cowboy all the way | |
He used to pull my hair and make me mad | |
At the saturday matinee | |
Who would' ve thought that i' d lose my heart | |
To the same little boy someday | |
chorus | |
Lookin' through my old pictures | |
Faded photographs | |
Some of them bring me close to tears | |
Others make me laugh | |
Old memories seem to come alive | |
And open up the past again | |
And let me dream inside | |
Here' s brother with his first automobile | |
Thought he' d washed the paint away | |
He took a job that took him west | |
He' s doing very well | |
We don' t see much of brother these days | |
And this is my favorite of my papa | |
He' s dressed up in his sunday suit | |
A wide brimmed hat, a watch on a chain | |
Well, i' m gonna tell you the truth | |
It' s a picture of a downright handsome man | |
Caught in the prime of his youth | |
repeat chorus | |
They open up the past again and let me dream inside |