歌曲 | Red Dirt Girl |
歌手 | Emmylou Harris |
专辑 | Live From Bonnaroo Music Festival 2003 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Me and my best friend Lillian | |
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon | |
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade | |
Singin' every song the radio played | |
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down | |
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town | |
Me and Lillian | |
Just across the line | |
And a little southeast of Meridian | |
She loved her brother I remember back when | |
He was fixin' up a '49 Indian | |
He told her, ‽Little sister, gonna ride the wind | |
Up around the moon and back again" | |
He never got farther than Vietnam | |
I was standin' there with her | |
When the telegram come for Lillian | |
Now he's lyin' somewhere | |
About a million miles from Meridian | |
She said, ‽There's not much hope for a red dirt girl | |
Somewhere out there is a great big world | |
That's where I'm bound" | |
"And the stars might fall on Alabama | |
But one of these days I'm gonna swing | |
My hammer down" | |
Away from this red dirt town | |
I'm gonna make a joyful sound | |
She grew up tall and she grew up thin | |
Buried that old dog Gideon | |
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard | |
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard | |
Got in trouble with a boy from town | |
Figured that she might as well settle down | |
So she dug right in | |
Across a red dirt line | |
Just a little south east of Meridian | |
Yes, she tried hard to love him | |
But it never did take | |
Just another way for the heart to break | |
So she learned [Incomprehensible] | |
One thing they don't tell you about the blues | |
When you got 'em | |
You keep on fallin' 'cause there ain't no bottom | |
There ain't no end at least not for Lillian | |
Nobody knows when she started her skid | |
She was only 27 and she had five kids | |
Could-a been the whiskey, could-a been the pills | |
Could-a been the dream she was tryin' to kill | |
But there won't be a mention in the new little world | |
About the life and the death of a red dirt girl | |
Named Lillian | |
Who never got any farther | |
Across the line than Meridian | |
Now the stars still fall on Alabama | |
Tonight she finally laid | |
That hammer down without a sound | |
In the red dirt ground |
Me and my best friend Lillian | |
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon | |
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade | |
Singin' every song the radio played | |
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down | |
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town | |
Me and Lillian | |
Just across the line | |
And a little southeast of Meridian | |
She loved her brother I remember back when | |
He was fixin' up a ' 49 Indian | |
He told her, Little sister, gonna ride the wind | |
Up around the moon and back again" | |
He never got farther than Vietnam | |
I was standin' there with her | |
When the telegram come for Lillian | |
Now he' s lyin' somewhere | |
About a million miles from Meridian | |
She said, There' s not much hope for a red dirt girl | |
Somewhere out there is a great big world | |
That' s where I' m bound" | |
" And the stars might fall on Alabama | |
But one of these days I' m gonna swing | |
My hammer down" | |
Away from this red dirt town | |
I' m gonna make a joyful sound | |
She grew up tall and she grew up thin | |
Buried that old dog Gideon | |
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard | |
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard | |
Got in trouble with a boy from town | |
Figured that she might as well settle down | |
So she dug right in | |
Across a red dirt line | |
Just a little south east of Meridian | |
Yes, she tried hard to love him | |
But it never did take | |
Just another way for the heart to break | |
So she learned Incomprehensible | |
One thing they don' t tell you about the blues | |
When you got ' em | |
You keep on fallin' ' cause there ain' t no bottom | |
There ain' t no end at least not for Lillian | |
Nobody knows when she started her skid | |
She was only 27 and she had five kids | |
Coulda been the whiskey, coulda been the pills | |
Coulda been the dream she was tryin' to kill | |
But there won' t be a mention in the new little world | |
About the life and the death of a red dirt girl | |
Named Lillian | |
Who never got any farther | |
Across the line than Meridian | |
Now the stars still fall on Alabama | |
Tonight she finally laid | |
That hammer down without a sound | |
In the red dirt ground |
Me and my best friend Lillian | |
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon | |
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade | |
Singin' every song the radio played | |
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down | |
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town | |
Me and Lillian | |
Just across the line | |
And a little southeast of Meridian | |
She loved her brother I remember back when | |
He was fixin' up a ' 49 Indian | |
He told her, Little sister, gonna ride the wind | |
Up around the moon and back again" | |
He never got farther than Vietnam | |
I was standin' there with her | |
When the telegram come for Lillian | |
Now he' s lyin' somewhere | |
About a million miles from Meridian | |
She said, There' s not much hope for a red dirt girl | |
Somewhere out there is a great big world | |
That' s where I' m bound" | |
" And the stars might fall on Alabama | |
But one of these days I' m gonna swing | |
My hammer down" | |
Away from this red dirt town | |
I' m gonna make a joyful sound | |
She grew up tall and she grew up thin | |
Buried that old dog Gideon | |
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard | |
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard | |
Got in trouble with a boy from town | |
Figured that she might as well settle down | |
So she dug right in | |
Across a red dirt line | |
Just a little south east of Meridian | |
Yes, she tried hard to love him | |
But it never did take | |
Just another way for the heart to break | |
So she learned Incomprehensible | |
One thing they don' t tell you about the blues | |
When you got ' em | |
You keep on fallin' ' cause there ain' t no bottom | |
There ain' t no end at least not for Lillian | |
Nobody knows when she started her skid | |
She was only 27 and she had five kids | |
Coulda been the whiskey, coulda been the pills | |
Coulda been the dream she was tryin' to kill | |
But there won' t be a mention in the new little world | |
About the life and the death of a red dirt girl | |
Named Lillian | |
Who never got any farther | |
Across the line than Meridian | |
Now the stars still fall on Alabama | |
Tonight she finally laid | |
That hammer down without a sound | |
In the red dirt ground |