| 歌曲 | Time Between Bottles Of Wine |
| 歌手 | Waylon Jennings |
| 专辑 | Singer Of Sad Songs |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Morris | |
| With iron in my brain I'd laid down to rest | |
| Not carin' if I live or die | |
| Woke up a freezin' with rain pourin' down | |
| So hard I can't open my eyes. | |
| I been chased from the yard with dogs at my heels | |
| Searchin' for shelter at times | |
| But there's nothing so hard for a man on the bum | |
| As the time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| Beggin' for pennies just one sweet taste | |
| Of the nectar that kills the man's soul | |
| Sweet piece of mind excuses my pride | |
| Just somethin' that keep out the cold. | |
| It's too late for me to start living again | |
| The good life is too far behind | |
| I never remembere the things that I've had | |
| Till the time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| If mama could see me she wouldn't believe | |
| I even resemble her son | |
| She would throw her life to make me a man | |
| And she's proud the child that she's done. | |
| What one love created another destroyed | |
| The story is older than time | |
| The tale of a man who just can't stand | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine... |
| zuo ci : Morris | |
| With iron in my brain I' d laid down to rest | |
| Not carin' if I live or die | |
| Woke up a freezin' with rain pourin' down | |
| So hard I can' t open my eyes. | |
| I been chased from the yard with dogs at my heels | |
| Searchin' for shelter at times | |
| But there' s nothing so hard for a man on the bum | |
| As the time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| Beggin' for pennies just one sweet taste | |
| Of the nectar that kills the man' s soul | |
| Sweet piece of mind excuses my pride | |
| Just somethin' that keep out the cold. | |
| It' s too late for me to start living again | |
| The good life is too far behind | |
| I never remembere the things that I' ve had | |
| Till the time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| If mama could see me she wouldn' t believe | |
| I even resemble her son | |
| She would throw her life to make me a man | |
| And she' s proud the child that she' s done. | |
| What one love created another destroyed | |
| The story is older than time | |
| The tale of a man who just can' t stand | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine... |
| zuò cí : Morris | |
| With iron in my brain I' d laid down to rest | |
| Not carin' if I live or die | |
| Woke up a freezin' with rain pourin' down | |
| So hard I can' t open my eyes. | |
| I been chased from the yard with dogs at my heels | |
| Searchin' for shelter at times | |
| But there' s nothing so hard for a man on the bum | |
| As the time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| Beggin' for pennies just one sweet taste | |
| Of the nectar that kills the man' s soul | |
| Sweet piece of mind excuses my pride | |
| Just somethin' that keep out the cold. | |
| It' s too late for me to start living again | |
| The good life is too far behind | |
| I never remembere the things that I' ve had | |
| Till the time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| If mama could see me she wouldn' t believe | |
| I even resemble her son | |
| She would throw her life to make me a man | |
| And she' s proud the child that she' s done. | |
| What one love created another destroyed | |
| The story is older than time | |
| The tale of a man who just can' t stand | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine. | |
| The time between bottles of wine... |