歌曲 | My Little Town - Live Version |
歌手 | Simon |
专辑 | Old Friends Live On Stage |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
In my little town | |
I grew up believing | |
God keeps | |
His eye on us all | |
And He used to lean upon me | |
As I pledged allegiance to the wall | |
Lord, I recall my little town | |
Coming home after school | |
Flying my bike past the gates of the factories | |
My mom doin' the laundry | |
Hangin' our shirts in the dirty breeze | |
And after it rains there’s a rainbow | |
And all of the colors are black | |
It’s not that the colors aren’t there | |
It’s just imagination they lack | |
Everything’s the same | |
Back in my little town | |
My little town, my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
In my little town | |
I never meant nothing | |
I was just my father's son | |
Saving my money, dreamin' of glory | |
Twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun | |
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town |
In my little town | |
I grew up believing | |
God keeps | |
His eye on us all | |
And He used to lean upon me | |
As I pledged allegiance to the wall | |
Lord, I recall my little town | |
Coming home after school | |
Flying my bike past the gates of the factories | |
My mom doin' the laundry | |
Hangin' our shirts in the dirty breeze | |
And after it rains there' s a rainbow | |
And all of the colors are black | |
It' s not that the colors aren' t there | |
It' s just imagination they lack | |
Everything' s the same | |
Back in my little town | |
My little town, my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
In my little town | |
I never meant nothing | |
I was just my father' s son | |
Saving my money, dreamin' of glory | |
Twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun | |
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town |
In my little town | |
I grew up believing | |
God keeps | |
His eye on us all | |
And He used to lean upon me | |
As I pledged allegiance to the wall | |
Lord, I recall my little town | |
Coming home after school | |
Flying my bike past the gates of the factories | |
My mom doin' the laundry | |
Hangin' our shirts in the dirty breeze | |
And after it rains there' s a rainbow | |
And all of the colors are black | |
It' s not that the colors aren' t there | |
It' s just imagination they lack | |
Everything' s the same | |
Back in my little town | |
My little town, my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
In my little town | |
I never meant nothing | |
I was just my father' s son | |
Saving my money, dreamin' of glory | |
Twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun | |
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town | |
Nothing but the dead and dying | |
Back in my little town |