歌曲 | South of Cincinnati |
歌手 | Dwight Yoakam |
专辑 | Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc. |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Yoakam | |
(d. yoakam) | |
Chorus: | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago | |
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again | |
She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible | |
And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke | |
For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden | |
Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote | |
Chorus: | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago | |
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again | |
At a cold gray apartment in Chicago | |
A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin | |
He lies there drunk, but it don't matter drunk or sober | |
He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send | |
Chorus: | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago | |
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where dixieland begins | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again | |
Then I'll be yours again |
zuo ci : Yoakam | |
d. yoakam | |
Chorus: | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible | |
And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke | |
For fourteen years she' d write each day but keep it hidden | |
Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote | |
Chorus: | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
At a cold gray apartment in Chicago | |
A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin | |
He lies there drunk, but it don' t matter drunk or sober | |
He' ll never read the words that pride won' t let her send | |
Chorus: | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where dixieland begins | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
Then I' ll be yours again |
zuò cí : Yoakam | |
d. yoakam | |
Chorus: | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible | |
And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke | |
For fourteen years she' d write each day but keep it hidden | |
Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote | |
Chorus: | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
At a cold gray apartment in Chicago | |
A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin | |
He lies there drunk, but it don' t matter drunk or sober | |
He' ll never read the words that pride won' t let her send | |
Chorus: | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where dixieland begins | |
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
Then I' ll be yours again |