歌曲 | This Old Porch |
歌手 | Lyle Lovett |
专辑 | Lyle Lovett |
作词 : Keen, Lovett | |
This old porch is like a big old red and white hereford bull | |
Standing under a mesquite tree | |
Out in agua dulce | |
And he just keeps on playing hide and seek | |
With that hot august sun | |
Just a-sweatin' and a-pantin' | |
Cause his work is never done | |
And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas | |
With lots of cheese and onions | |
And a guacamole salad | |
And you can get'em down at the lasalle hotel | |
In old downtown | |
With iced tea and a waitress | |
And she will smile every time | |
And this old porch is the palace walk-in | |
On the main street of texas | |
That's never seen the day | |
Of g and r and xs | |
With that '62 poster | |
That's almost faded down | |
And a screen without a picture | |
Since giant came to town | |
And this old porch is like a weathered, gray-haired | |
Seventy years of texas | |
Who's doing all he can | |
Not to give in to the city | |
And he always takes the rent late | |
So long as i run his cattle | |
And he picks me up at dinnertime | |
And i listen to him rattle | |
He says the brazos still runs muddy | |
Just like she's run all along | |
And there ain't never been no cane to grind | |
The cotton's all but gone | |
And you know this brand new chevrolet | |
Hell it was something back in '60 | |
But now there won't nobody listen to him | |
'cause they all think he's crazy | |
And this old porch is just a long time | |
Of waiting and forgetting | |
And remembering the coming back | |
And not crying about the leaving | |
And remembering the falling down | |
And the laughter of the curse of luck | |
From all of those passerby | |
Who said we'd never get back up | |
This old porch is just a long time | |
Of waiting and forgetting | |
And remembering the coming back | |
And not crying about the leaving | |
And remembering the falling down | |
And the laughter of the curse of luck | |
From all of those sons-of-bitches | |
Who said we'd never get back up |
zuò cí : Keen, Lovett | |
This old porch is like a big old red and white hereford bull | |
Standing under a mesquite tree | |
Out in agua dulce | |
And he just keeps on playing hide and seek | |
With that hot august sun | |
Just asweatin' and apantin' | |
Cause his work is never done | |
And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas | |
With lots of cheese and onions | |
And a guacamole salad | |
And you can get' em down at the lasalle hotel | |
In old downtown | |
With iced tea and a waitress | |
And she will smile every time | |
And this old porch is the palace walkin | |
On the main street of texas | |
That' s never seen the day | |
Of g and r and xs | |
With that ' 62 poster | |
That' s almost faded down | |
And a screen without a picture | |
Since giant came to town | |
And this old porch is like a weathered, grayhaired | |
Seventy years of texas | |
Who' s doing all he can | |
Not to give in to the city | |
And he always takes the rent late | |
So long as i run his cattle | |
And he picks me up at dinnertime | |
And i listen to him rattle | |
He says the brazos still runs muddy | |
Just like she' s run all along | |
And there ain' t never been no cane to grind | |
The cotton' s all but gone | |
And you know this brand new chevrolet | |
Hell it was something back in ' 60 | |
But now there won' t nobody listen to him | |
' cause they all think he' s crazy | |
And this old porch is just a long time | |
Of waiting and forgetting | |
And remembering the coming back | |
And not crying about the leaving | |
And remembering the falling down | |
And the laughter of the curse of luck | |
From all of those passerby | |
Who said we' d never get back up | |
This old porch is just a long time | |
Of waiting and forgetting | |
And remembering the coming back | |
And not crying about the leaving | |
And remembering the falling down | |
And the laughter of the curse of luck | |
From all of those sonsofbitches | |
Who said we' d never get back up |