歌曲 | Every Other Friday At Five |
歌手 | Trace Adkins |
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作词 : Jones | |
Lyrics:Steven Dale Jones Music:Steven Dale Jones | |
One out of two ain't gonna make it | |
Those are the odds these days | |
And in a world of statistics | |
He's left tryin' to survive | |
'Til every other Friday at five | |
He counts the days and then the hours | |
'Til he can hold his babies in his arms | |
And they'll be watchin' out the window | |
When he pulls up in the drive | |
On every other Friday at five | |
For forty-eight hours they're with him again | |
But on Sunday afternoon he's out of time | |
Some folks call him a deserter but his kids know he'll arrive | |
On every other Friday at five | |
So let's not put 'em in the middle | |
And play tug-of-war with their little hearts | |
But let mamas and daddies | |
Smile hello and wave goodbye | |
On every other Friday at five | |
For forty-eight hours they're with him again | |
But on Sunday afternoon he's out of time | |
Some folks call him a deserter but his kids know he'll arrive | |
On every other Friday at five | |
And they'll be watchin' out the window | |
When he pulls up in the drive | |
On every other Friday at five |
zuo ci : Jones | |
Lyrics: Steven Dale Jones Music: Steven Dale Jones | |
One out of two ain' t gonna make it | |
Those are the odds these days | |
And in a world of statistics | |
He' s left tryin' to survive | |
' Til every other Friday at five | |
He counts the days and then the hours | |
' Til he can hold his babies in his arms | |
And they' ll be watchin' out the window | |
When he pulls up in the drive | |
On every other Friday at five | |
For fortyeight hours they' re with him again | |
But on Sunday afternoon he' s out of time | |
Some folks call him a deserter but his kids know he' ll arrive | |
On every other Friday at five | |
So let' s not put ' em in the middle | |
And play tugofwar with their little hearts | |
But let mamas and daddies | |
Smile hello and wave goodbye | |
On every other Friday at five | |
For fortyeight hours they' re with him again | |
But on Sunday afternoon he' s out of time | |
Some folks call him a deserter but his kids know he' ll arrive | |
On every other Friday at five | |
And they' ll be watchin' out the window | |
When he pulls up in the drive | |
On every other Friday at five |
zuò cí : Jones | |
Lyrics: Steven Dale Jones Music: Steven Dale Jones | |
One out of two ain' t gonna make it | |
Those are the odds these days | |
And in a world of statistics | |
He' s left tryin' to survive | |
' Til every other Friday at five | |
He counts the days and then the hours | |
' Til he can hold his babies in his arms | |
And they' ll be watchin' out the window | |
When he pulls up in the drive | |
On every other Friday at five | |
For fortyeight hours they' re with him again | |
But on Sunday afternoon he' s out of time | |
Some folks call him a deserter but his kids know he' ll arrive | |
On every other Friday at five | |
So let' s not put ' em in the middle | |
And play tugofwar with their little hearts | |
But let mamas and daddies | |
Smile hello and wave goodbye | |
On every other Friday at five | |
For fortyeight hours they' re with him again | |
But on Sunday afternoon he' s out of time | |
Some folks call him a deserter but his kids know he' ll arrive | |
On every other Friday at five | |
And they' ll be watchin' out the window | |
When he pulls up in the drive | |
On every other Friday at five |