歌曲 | Rochester |
歌手 | Mat Kearney |
专辑 | Young Love |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I was born in Rochester to a book-making man | |
Had a fake cigar shop with the games on in the back | |
See them coming and going letting it ride on thorough breads | |
The police chief and Tom Hall wondering what was the spread | |
I carried rich mans bags through brier trying to chase down a little white ball | |
Learned that any soft place wasn’t good for me at all | |
Daddy’d come home fired up looking for some sort of release | |
He’d beat the hell of Timmy and Timmy’d beat the hell out of me | |
I would hop the fence out to those government fields | |
Run till there was nothing left to feel | |
Lying there, watching, just disappear | |
Knowing one day I’m gonna fly on out of here | |
The same police chief came knocking my first freshman day | |
Put my daddy in handcuffs and his picture on the front page | |
Took every one of his suits and all my dignity | |
I’d walk the halls of Irondequoit looking for any punk to set me free | |
Got that call to Vietnam, just like everyone else I knew | |
So scared of the hand grenades, threw them farther than any other troop | |
Came home like an iron fist, and Timmy tried to take my keys | |
Ripped open his from pocket, that was the last time he touched me | |
Moved to an island out west and up to Breckenridge | |
Met a mermaid on a glass boat, and she promised me some kids | |
Bought a house in Oregon where you could touch both of the walls | |
Had a son named Benjamin, and I was so scared of it all | |
Well, Benjamin walked in the front room where I was cutting up my hash | |
Looked into his deep blue eyes wondering why I’d been so mad | |
Flushed a quarter pound down the drain, praying for the mercy to confess | |
Trying to rip the boy from Rochester right out of my chest | |
We’re gonna walk right out into those heavenly fields | |
Run like there was no more time to steal | |
My three boys and the grace of god revealed | |
Knowing one day you’re gonna take me out of here | |
Knowing one day you’re gonna take me out of here |
I was born in Rochester to a bookmaking man | |
Had a fake cigar shop with the games on in the back | |
See them coming and going letting it ride on thorough breads | |
The police chief and Tom Hall wondering what was the spread | |
I carried rich mans bags through brier trying to chase down a little white ball | |
Learned that any soft place wasn' t good for me at all | |
Daddy' d come home fired up looking for some sort of release | |
He' d beat the hell of Timmy and Timmy' d beat the hell out of me | |
I would hop the fence out to those government fields | |
Run till there was nothing left to feel | |
Lying there, watching, just disappear | |
Knowing one day I' m gonna fly on out of here | |
The same police chief came knocking my first freshman day | |
Put my daddy in handcuffs and his picture on the front page | |
Took every one of his suits and all my dignity | |
I' d walk the halls of Irondequoit looking for any punk to set me free | |
Got that call to Vietnam, just like everyone else I knew | |
So scared of the hand grenades, threw them farther than any other troop | |
Came home like an iron fist, and Timmy tried to take my keys | |
Ripped open his from pocket, that was the last time he touched me | |
Moved to an island out west and up to Breckenridge | |
Met a mermaid on a glass boat, and she promised me some kids | |
Bought a house in Oregon where you could touch both of the walls | |
Had a son named Benjamin, and I was so scared of it all | |
Well, Benjamin walked in the front room where I was cutting up my hash | |
Looked into his deep blue eyes wondering why I' d been so mad | |
Flushed a quarter pound down the drain, praying for the mercy to confess | |
Trying to rip the boy from Rochester right out of my chest | |
We' re gonna walk right out into those heavenly fields | |
Run like there was no more time to steal | |
My three boys and the grace of god revealed | |
Knowing one day you' re gonna take me out of here | |
Knowing one day you' re gonna take me out of here |
I was born in Rochester to a bookmaking man | |
Had a fake cigar shop with the games on in the back | |
See them coming and going letting it ride on thorough breads | |
The police chief and Tom Hall wondering what was the spread | |
I carried rich mans bags through brier trying to chase down a little white ball | |
Learned that any soft place wasn' t good for me at all | |
Daddy' d come home fired up looking for some sort of release | |
He' d beat the hell of Timmy and Timmy' d beat the hell out of me | |
I would hop the fence out to those government fields | |
Run till there was nothing left to feel | |
Lying there, watching, just disappear | |
Knowing one day I' m gonna fly on out of here | |
The same police chief came knocking my first freshman day | |
Put my daddy in handcuffs and his picture on the front page | |
Took every one of his suits and all my dignity | |
I' d walk the halls of Irondequoit looking for any punk to set me free | |
Got that call to Vietnam, just like everyone else I knew | |
So scared of the hand grenades, threw them farther than any other troop | |
Came home like an iron fist, and Timmy tried to take my keys | |
Ripped open his from pocket, that was the last time he touched me | |
Moved to an island out west and up to Breckenridge | |
Met a mermaid on a glass boat, and she promised me some kids | |
Bought a house in Oregon where you could touch both of the walls | |
Had a son named Benjamin, and I was so scared of it all | |
Well, Benjamin walked in the front room where I was cutting up my hash | |
Looked into his deep blue eyes wondering why I' d been so mad | |
Flushed a quarter pound down the drain, praying for the mercy to confess | |
Trying to rip the boy from Rochester right out of my chest | |
We' re gonna walk right out into those heavenly fields | |
Run like there was no more time to steal | |
My three boys and the grace of god revealed | |
Knowing one day you' re gonna take me out of here | |
Knowing one day you' re gonna take me out of here |