歌曲 | Amarillo Sky |
歌手 | Jason Aldean |
专辑 | Jason Aldean |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Big Kenny, Clawson, Pursley ... | |
He gets up before the dawn | |
Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee | |
It's another day in the dusty haze | |
Those burnin' rays are wearing down his body | |
And diesel's worth the price of gold | |
It's the cheapest grain he's ever sold | |
But he's still holding on | |
He just takes the tractor another round | |
And pulls the plow across the ground | |
And sends up another prayer | |
He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask whyBut please don't let my dream to run dryUnderneath, underneath this Amarillo sky" | |
That hailstorm back in '83 | |
Sure did take a toll on his family | |
But he stayed strong and carried on | |
Just like his dad and granddad did before him | |
On his knees, every night he prays"Please let my crops and children grow"' | |
Cause that's all he's ever known | |
He just takes the tractor another round | |
And pulls the plow across the ground | |
And sends up another prayer | |
He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask whyBut please don't let my dream run dryUnderneath, underneath this Amarillo sky" | |
And he takes the tractor another round | |
Another round, another round | |
And he takes the tractor another round | |
Another round | |
He says, "I never complain, I never ask whyBut please don't let my dreams run dryUnderneath, underneath this Amarillo sky" | |
Underneath this | |
Amarillo sky |
zuo qu : Big Kenny, Clawson, Pursley ... | |
He gets up before the dawn | |
Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee | |
It' s another day in the dusty haze | |
Those burnin' rays are wearing down his body | |
And diesel' s worth the price of gold | |
It' s the cheapest grain he' s ever sold | |
But he' s still holding on | |
He just takes the tractor another round | |
And pulls the plow across the ground | |
And sends up another prayer | |
He says, " Lord, I never complain, I never ask whyBut please don' t let my dream to run dryUnderneath, underneath this Amarillo sky" | |
That hailstorm back in ' 83 | |
Sure did take a toll on his family | |
But he stayed strong and carried on | |
Just like his dad and granddad did before him | |
On his knees, every night he prays" Please let my crops and children grow"' | |
Cause that' s all he' s ever known | |
He just takes the tractor another round | |
And pulls the plow across the ground | |
And sends up another prayer | |
He says, " Lord, I never complain, I never ask whyBut please don' t let my dream run dryUnderneath, underneath this Amarillo sky" | |
And he takes the tractor another round | |
Another round, another round | |
And he takes the tractor another round | |
Another round | |
He says, " I never complain, I never ask whyBut please don' t let my dreams run dryUnderneath, underneath this Amarillo sky" | |
Underneath this | |
Amarillo sky |
zuò qǔ : Big Kenny, Clawson, Pursley ... | |
He gets up before the dawn | |
Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee | |
It' s another day in the dusty haze | |
Those burnin' rays are wearing down his body | |
And diesel' s worth the price of gold | |
It' s the cheapest grain he' s ever sold | |
But he' s still holding on | |
He just takes the tractor another round | |
And pulls the plow across the ground | |
And sends up another prayer | |
He says, " Lord, I never complain, I never ask whyBut please don' t let my dream to run dryUnderneath, underneath this Amarillo sky" | |
That hailstorm back in ' 83 | |
Sure did take a toll on his family | |
But he stayed strong and carried on | |
Just like his dad and granddad did before him | |
On his knees, every night he prays" Please let my crops and children grow"' | |
Cause that' s all he' s ever known | |
He just takes the tractor another round | |
And pulls the plow across the ground | |
And sends up another prayer | |
He says, " Lord, I never complain, I never ask whyBut please don' t let my dream run dryUnderneath, underneath this Amarillo sky" | |
And he takes the tractor another round | |
Another round, another round | |
And he takes the tractor another round | |
Another round | |
He says, " I never complain, I never ask whyBut please don' t let my dreams run dryUnderneath, underneath this Amarillo sky" | |
Underneath this | |
Amarillo sky |