歌曲 | Cowboy Days |
歌手 | Terri Clark |
专辑 | Life Goes On |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Leslie Satcher/Kent Blazy | |
I was third alton on the second row of the | |
First Baptist church choir | |
I was keeper of the minutes for the | |
Tri Delts, in charge of the homecoming bonfire | |
I was a staight ' | |
A', straight laced, level-headed as they come | |
And parked at the | |
Sonic, isn't that ironic, when my whole world came undone | |
One slot over was a calf roper gibeing me his | |
Geoge Strait smile | |
And before | |
I knew Miss | |
Good-Two-Shoes was two0steppin', runnin' wild | |
Back in my cowboy days, | |
Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
Wranglers and boots | |
It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
I swore I'd never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
Well, Mama said, "He's crazy" | |
Daddy says, "He's lazy" | |
Sister said, "Does he have a brother?" | |
Well, I changed my dress and who woulda guessed | |
I'd be wearin' them jeans and ropers | |
It was passionate nights and dashboard light | |
Nobody was watchin' the clock | |
It was love in the makin' | |
Eggs and bacon at the | |
Seventy-Six truck shop | |
Back in my cowboy days, | |
Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
Wranglers and boots | |
It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
I swore I'd never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
Sometimes | |
I lay here thinkin' 'bout him | |
And laugh about my crazy past | |
Then I roll over and kiss the calf roper | |
Who'da though it'd ever last | |
Back in my cowboy days, | |
Lord what a honky-tonkin' haze |
zuo qu : Leslie Satcher Kent Blazy | |
I was third alton on the second row of the | |
First Baptist church choir | |
I was keeper of the minutes for the | |
Tri Delts, in charge of the homecoming bonfire | |
I was a staight ' | |
A', straight laced, levelheaded as they come | |
And parked at the | |
Sonic, isn' t that ironic, when my whole world came undone | |
One slot over was a calf roper gibeing me his | |
Geoge Strait smile | |
And before | |
I knew Miss | |
GoodTwoShoes was two0steppin', runnin' wild | |
Back in my cowboy days, | |
Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
Wranglers and boots | |
It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
I swore I' d never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
Well, Mama said, " He' s crazy" | |
Daddy says, " He' s lazy" | |
Sister said, " Does he have a brother?" | |
Well, I changed my dress and who woulda guessed | |
I' d be wearin' them jeans and ropers | |
It was passionate nights and dashboard light | |
Nobody was watchin' the clock | |
It was love in the makin' | |
Eggs and bacon at the | |
SeventySix truck shop | |
Back in my cowboy days, | |
Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
Wranglers and boots | |
It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
I swore I' d never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
Sometimes | |
I lay here thinkin' ' bout him | |
And laugh about my crazy past | |
Then I roll over and kiss the calf roper | |
Who' da though it' d ever last | |
Back in my cowboy days, | |
Lord what a honkytonkin' haze |
zuò qǔ : Leslie Satcher Kent Blazy | |
I was third alton on the second row of the | |
First Baptist church choir | |
I was keeper of the minutes for the | |
Tri Delts, in charge of the homecoming bonfire | |
I was a staight ' | |
A', straight laced, levelheaded as they come | |
And parked at the | |
Sonic, isn' t that ironic, when my whole world came undone | |
One slot over was a calf roper gibeing me his | |
Geoge Strait smile | |
And before | |
I knew Miss | |
GoodTwoShoes was two0steppin', runnin' wild | |
Back in my cowboy days, | |
Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
Wranglers and boots | |
It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
I swore I' d never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
Well, Mama said, " He' s crazy" | |
Daddy says, " He' s lazy" | |
Sister said, " Does he have a brother?" | |
Well, I changed my dress and who woulda guessed | |
I' d be wearin' them jeans and ropers | |
It was passionate nights and dashboard light | |
Nobody was watchin' the clock | |
It was love in the makin' | |
Eggs and bacon at the | |
SeventySix truck shop | |
Back in my cowboy days, | |
Lord what a honky tonkin' haze | |
He was forbidden fruit in them tight | |
Wranglers and boots | |
It was all dangerous fun, we were two outlaws on the run | |
Tastin' that rodeo dust, two unliklies in love | |
I swore I' d never give him up, back in my cowboy days | |
Sometimes | |
I lay here thinkin' ' bout him | |
And laugh about my crazy past | |
Then I roll over and kiss the calf roper | |
Who' da though it' d ever last | |
Back in my cowboy days, | |
Lord what a honkytonkin' haze |