The Ghosts of Calico 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Ghosts of Calico |
| 歌手 | Enter the Haggis |
| 专辑 | Gutter Anthems |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Enter The Haggis ... | |
| On my twenty-first day I came to Calico | |
| They told me there was silver buried in her stone | |
| Summer died in April before the flowers came | |
| She will hold me here until I strike my dying day | |
| I just keep on swinging, hold my hat brim low | |
| Dig a little deeper and like a seed, I'm sown | |
| She can break my spirit, back and arms and legs | |
| Though I may not stand I'm not bowing to her King | |
| They will tell you that your fortune lies this way | |
| But don't believe the lies you're told | |
| Spend a life time trying to dig an endless grave | |
| For the ghosts of Calico | |
| Hey Miss Lucy Bell Lane, why'd you have to go | |
| I can hear your sweet song when the south wind blows | |
| I won't forget your spirit and I won't forget your face | |
| I'll be waiting for you if you come back some day | |
| Take my last breath quickly, take it in my sleep | |
| Take it when I'm dreaming of a life in San Martin | |
| Everyone I know now's a dusty memory | |
| I can hear the wolves delivering my eulogy | |
| Oh Calico |
| zuo qu : Enter The Haggis ... | |
| On my twentyfirst day I came to Calico | |
| They told me there was silver buried in her stone | |
| Summer died in April before the flowers came | |
| She will hold me here until I strike my dying day | |
| I just keep on swinging, hold my hat brim low | |
| Dig a little deeper and like a seed, I' m sown | |
| She can break my spirit, back and arms and legs | |
| Though I may not stand I' m not bowing to her King | |
| They will tell you that your fortune lies this way | |
| But don' t believe the lies you' re told | |
| Spend a life time trying to dig an endless grave | |
| For the ghosts of Calico | |
| Hey Miss Lucy Bell Lane, why' d you have to go | |
| I can hear your sweet song when the south wind blows | |
| I won' t forget your spirit and I won' t forget your face | |
| I' ll be waiting for you if you come back some day | |
| Take my last breath quickly, take it in my sleep | |
| Take it when I' m dreaming of a life in San Martin | |
| Everyone I know now' s a dusty memory | |
| I can hear the wolves delivering my eulogy | |
| Oh Calico |
| zuò qǔ : Enter The Haggis ... | |
| On my twentyfirst day I came to Calico | |
| They told me there was silver buried in her stone | |
| Summer died in April before the flowers came | |
| She will hold me here until I strike my dying day | |
| I just keep on swinging, hold my hat brim low | |
| Dig a little deeper and like a seed, I' m sown | |
| She can break my spirit, back and arms and legs | |
| Though I may not stand I' m not bowing to her King | |
| They will tell you that your fortune lies this way | |
| But don' t believe the lies you' re told | |
| Spend a life time trying to dig an endless grave | |
| For the ghosts of Calico | |
| Hey Miss Lucy Bell Lane, why' d you have to go | |
| I can hear your sweet song when the south wind blows | |
| I won' t forget your spirit and I won' t forget your face | |
| I' ll be waiting for you if you come back some day | |
| Take my last breath quickly, take it in my sleep | |
| Take it when I' m dreaming of a life in San Martin | |
| Everyone I know now' s a dusty memory | |
| I can hear the wolves delivering my eulogy | |
| Oh Calico |
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