歌曲 | Private Conversation |
歌手 | Lyle Lovett |
专辑 | The Road To Ensenada |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lovett | |
And his hand it fell behind her | |
As his arm it reached around | |
And she looked at the window | |
And she watched the shade go down | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
That the man she left behind her | |
Was two thousand miles away | |
Singing boy pick up that fiddle | |
And play that steel guitar | |
And find yourself a lady | |
And dance right where you are | |
There was a lonely girl from nowhere | |
With a smile all sweet with pain | |
And she never stopped to wonder | |
If she'd see him again | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
That man that she was looking for | |
Was only twenty streets away | |
Singing boy pick up that fiddle | |
And play that steel guitar | |
And find yourself a lady | |
And dance right where you are | |
And the band it just kept playing | |
As she came walking in | |
And he never stopped to wonder | |
If he'd see her again | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard him say | |
That girl he left behind him | |
Was two thousand miles away | |
He just sang boy pick up that fiddle | |
And play that steel guitar | |
And find yourself a lady | |
And dance right where you are | |
And the moral of this story | |
Is i guess it's easier said than done | |
To look at what you've been through | |
And to see what you've become | |
It's a private conversation | |
No one hears you say | |
It's a private conversation | |
And his hand it fell behind her | |
As his arm it reached around | |
And she looked at the window | |
And she watched the shade go down | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard him say | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
It was a private conversation |
zuo ci : Lovett | |
And his hand it fell behind her | |
As his arm it reached around | |
And she looked at the window | |
And she watched the shade go down | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
That the man she left behind her | |
Was two thousand miles away | |
Singing boy pick up that fiddle | |
And play that steel guitar | |
And find yourself a lady | |
And dance right where you are | |
There was a lonely girl from nowhere | |
With a smile all sweet with pain | |
And she never stopped to wonder | |
If she' d see him again | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
That man that she was looking for | |
Was only twenty streets away | |
Singing boy pick up that fiddle | |
And play that steel guitar | |
And find yourself a lady | |
And dance right where you are | |
And the band it just kept playing | |
As she came walking in | |
And he never stopped to wonder | |
If he' d see her again | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard him say | |
That girl he left behind him | |
Was two thousand miles away | |
He just sang boy pick up that fiddle | |
And play that steel guitar | |
And find yourself a lady | |
And dance right where you are | |
And the moral of this story | |
Is i guess it' s easier said than done | |
To look at what you' ve been through | |
And to see what you' ve become | |
It' s a private conversation | |
No one hears you say | |
It' s a private conversation | |
And his hand it fell behind her | |
As his arm it reached around | |
And she looked at the window | |
And she watched the shade go down | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard him say | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
It was a private conversation |
zuò cí : Lovett | |
And his hand it fell behind her | |
As his arm it reached around | |
And she looked at the window | |
And she watched the shade go down | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
That the man she left behind her | |
Was two thousand miles away | |
Singing boy pick up that fiddle | |
And play that steel guitar | |
And find yourself a lady | |
And dance right where you are | |
There was a lonely girl from nowhere | |
With a smile all sweet with pain | |
And she never stopped to wonder | |
If she' d see him again | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
That man that she was looking for | |
Was only twenty streets away | |
Singing boy pick up that fiddle | |
And play that steel guitar | |
And find yourself a lady | |
And dance right where you are | |
And the band it just kept playing | |
As she came walking in | |
And he never stopped to wonder | |
If he' d see her again | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard him say | |
That girl he left behind him | |
Was two thousand miles away | |
He just sang boy pick up that fiddle | |
And play that steel guitar | |
And find yourself a lady | |
And dance right where you are | |
And the moral of this story | |
Is i guess it' s easier said than done | |
To look at what you' ve been through | |
And to see what you' ve become | |
It' s a private conversation | |
No one hears you say | |
It' s a private conversation | |
And his hand it fell behind her | |
As his arm it reached around | |
And she looked at the window | |
And she watched the shade go down | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard him say | |
It was a private conversation | |
No one heard her say | |
It was a private conversation |