歌曲 | Tumbleweed Town |
歌手 | Trent Willmon |
专辑 | Broken In |
作曲 : Kinney, Willmon | |
He said "I'm gone to west Texas" | |
They said "Hell, you've gone crazy | |
Ain't nothin out there | |
But coyotes and comanches" | |
But he headed out anyway | |
As far as he could | |
Till the heat finally got to them mules | |
Sold whiskey and cigars | |
To passin' through would-be settlers | |
But no body wants to settle | |
Where there ain't no damn water | |
But then they figured out a windmill | |
Could pump it from the ground | |
And up sprang a tumbleweed town | |
Chorus: | |
Where the lonely wind blows | |
Like it's angry for bein' there | |
A flat piece of stone | |
In the middle of no where | |
The town never grows | |
Cause no body can keep their roots down | |
It's a tumbleweed town | |
They came in like gypsies | |
To steal that black gold | |
And the town's population | |
Increased hundred more | |
But they scattered like quail | |
When all the oil wells ran out | |
Left no trace of the riches they found | |
Then some big shot from Dallas | |
Built a factory here | |
Gonna put us back on the map | |
But hell, that was back a few years | |
Now the weeds have grown up | |
And the building's fallen down | |
And you'd think they'da figured out by now | |
Hell, it's a tumbleweed town | |
Chorus: | |
Where the lonely wind blows | |
Like it's angry for bein' there | |
A flat piece of stone | |
In the middle of no where | |
The town never grows | |
Cause no body can keep their roots down | |
It's just a tumbleweed town | |
Now for you hay seeds and ranchers | |
That are still hangin in | |
Too old to start over | |
Too damn stubborn to quit | |
The kids all get restless | |
Waitin' on that Greyhound | |
So they can get the hell out | |
Of this tumbleweed town | |
But I love my tumbleweed town |
zuò qǔ : Kinney, Willmon | |
He said " I' m gone to west Texas" | |
They said " Hell, you' ve gone crazy | |
Ain' t nothin out there | |
But coyotes and comanches" | |
But he headed out anyway | |
As far as he could | |
Till the heat finally got to them mules | |
Sold whiskey and cigars | |
To passin' through wouldbe settlers | |
But no body wants to settle | |
Where there ain' t no damn water | |
But then they figured out a windmill | |
Could pump it from the ground | |
And up sprang a tumbleweed town | |
Chorus: | |
Where the lonely wind blows | |
Like it' s angry for bein' there | |
A flat piece of stone | |
In the middle of no where | |
The town never grows | |
Cause no body can keep their roots down | |
It' s a tumbleweed town | |
They came in like gypsies | |
To steal that black gold | |
And the town' s population | |
Increased hundred more | |
But they scattered like quail | |
When all the oil wells ran out | |
Left no trace of the riches they found | |
Then some big shot from Dallas | |
Built a factory here | |
Gonna put us back on the map | |
But hell, that was back a few years | |
Now the weeds have grown up | |
And the building' s fallen down | |
And you' d think they' da figured out by now | |
Hell, it' s a tumbleweed town | |
Chorus: | |
Where the lonely wind blows | |
Like it' s angry for bein' there | |
A flat piece of stone | |
In the middle of no where | |
The town never grows | |
Cause no body can keep their roots down | |
It' s just a tumbleweed town | |
Now for you hay seeds and ranchers | |
That are still hangin in | |
Too old to start over | |
Too damn stubborn to quit | |
The kids all get restless | |
Waitin' on that Greyhound | |
So they can get the hell out | |
Of this tumbleweed town | |
But I love my tumbleweed town |