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... |