Still reelin | |
Dan seals | |
I remember where I was the first time I saw elvis | |
In our living room on our black and white TV | |
he sang blue suede shoes, and when the song was over | |
I knew things would never be the same for me | |
I grew up in a house where the doors were always open | |
where a stranger was just someone I did not know | |
with dreams of far off places and old guitars | |
I fell asleep listenin' to the all night radio | |
now the rooms in this old house are all empty | |
and sometimes I wonder just how far I've come | |
and I know somethings must end, I don't know where I fit in | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
grandad died and left me his old chevy | |
4800 pounds of detroit steel | |
sometimes at night, I wish that I still had it | |
so it could drive me back to the way I used to feel | |
now the buildings down on main street are all empty | |
and sometimes I wonder just how far we've come | |
and I know somethings must end, though I try hard to fit in | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
so I come back to this place when I feel empty | |
and I play those old songs I love to hear | |
and I know somthings must end, got to find where I fit in | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
sha la la la la, you know I love you | |
sha la la la la, I always will | |
sha la la la la, I'm thinking of you | |
oh, sha la la, you know the way I feel | |
回到波斯 |
Still reelin | |
Dan seals | |
I remember where I was the first time I saw elvis | |
In our living room on our black and white TV | |
he sang blue suede shoes, and when the song was over | |
I knew things would never be the same for me | |
I grew up in a house where the doors were always open | |
where a stranger was just someone I did not know | |
with dreams of far off places and old guitars | |
I fell asleep listenin' to the all night radio | |
now the rooms in this old house are all empty | |
and sometimes I wonder just how far I' ve come | |
and I know somethings must end, I don' t know where I fit in | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
grandad died and left me his old chevy | |
4800 pounds of detroit steel | |
sometimes at night, I wish that I still had it | |
so it could drive me back to the way I used to feel | |
now the buildings down on main street are all empty | |
and sometimes I wonder just how far we' ve come | |
and I know somethings must end, though I try hard to fit in | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
so I come back to this place when I feel empty | |
and I play those old songs I love to hear | |
and I know somthings must end, got to find where I fit in | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
sha la la la la, you know I love you | |
sha la la la la, I always will | |
sha la la la la, I' m thinking of you | |
oh, sha la la, you know the way I feel | |
hui dao bo si |
Still reelin | |
Dan seals | |
I remember where I was the first time I saw elvis | |
In our living room on our black and white TV | |
he sang blue suede shoes, and when the song was over | |
I knew things would never be the same for me | |
I grew up in a house where the doors were always open | |
where a stranger was just someone I did not know | |
with dreams of far off places and old guitars | |
I fell asleep listenin' to the all night radio | |
now the rooms in this old house are all empty | |
and sometimes I wonder just how far I' ve come | |
and I know somethings must end, I don' t know where I fit in | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
grandad died and left me his old chevy | |
4800 pounds of detroit steel | |
sometimes at night, I wish that I still had it | |
so it could drive me back to the way I used to feel | |
now the buildings down on main street are all empty | |
and sometimes I wonder just how far we' ve come | |
and I know somethings must end, though I try hard to fit in | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
so I come back to this place when I feel empty | |
and I play those old songs I love to hear | |
and I know somthings must end, got to find where I fit in | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
still reelin' from those rock n' roll days | |
sha la la la la, you know I love you | |
sha la la la la, I always will | |
sha la la la la, I' m thinking of you | |
oh, sha la la, you know the way I feel | |
huí dào bō sī |