Mildred Madalyn Johnson 歌词

	作曲 : Ortega
	Mildred Madalyn Johnson
	Born in the autumn of 1916
	A shy, pretty girl from east Texas
	Religious and restless
	Humble and kind as a person could be
	She loved to sing in the choir, 'loud and inspired
	Her head tilted down, keeping time
	Or tell stories with friends after supper
	Ignoring the hour
	A Calico cat fast asleep at her side
	And she loved to drive her big red car
	Though she couldn't see over the hood very far
	She'd back out the driveway
	And point that thing down the road
	We'd say, "Lord, there she goes"
	Her hair was silver and messy
	She walked in a hurry
	Worried about wasting the day
	Some nights she sat at her dresser
	Composing long letters
	Falling asleep with a pen in her hand
	And she loved to drive her big red car
	A scarf 'round her shoulders, her foot to the floor
	Down to the grocery, she'd wave goodbye
	And we'd pray, "Lord, bring her back safe"
	And she loved to drive her big red car
	Though she couldn't see over the hood very far
	She'd back out the driveway
	And point that thing down the road
	We'd say, "Lord, there she goes"
	Mildred Madalyn Johnson
	Marvelous woman
	I was so lucky to call her my friend

	zuo qu : Ortega
	Mildred Madalyn Johnson
	Born in the autumn of 1916
	A shy, pretty girl from east Texas
	Religious and restless
	Humble and kind as a person could be
	She loved to sing in the choir, ' loud and inspired
	Her head tilted down, keeping time
	Or tell stories with friends after supper
	Ignoring the hour
	A Calico cat fast asleep at her side
	And she loved to drive her big red car
	Though she couldn' t see over the hood very far
	She' d back out the driveway
	And point that thing down the road
	We' d say, " Lord, there she goes"
	Her hair was silver and messy
	She walked in a hurry
	Worried about wasting the day
	Some nights she sat at her dresser
	Composing long letters
	Falling asleep with a pen in her hand
	And she loved to drive her big red car
	A scarf ' round her shoulders, her foot to the floor
	Down to the grocery, she' d wave goodbye
	And we' d pray, " Lord, bring her back safe"
	And she loved to drive her big red car
	Though she couldn' t see over the hood very far
	She' d back out the driveway
	And point that thing down the road
	We' d say, " Lord, there she goes"
	Mildred Madalyn Johnson
	Marvelous woman
	I was so lucky to call her my friend

	zuò qǔ : Ortega
	Mildred Madalyn Johnson
	Born in the autumn of 1916
	A shy, pretty girl from east Texas
	Religious and restless
	Humble and kind as a person could be
	She loved to sing in the choir, ' loud and inspired
	Her head tilted down, keeping time
	Or tell stories with friends after supper
	Ignoring the hour
	A Calico cat fast asleep at her side
	And she loved to drive her big red car
	Though she couldn' t see over the hood very far
	She' d back out the driveway
	And point that thing down the road
	We' d say, " Lord, there she goes"
	Her hair was silver and messy
	She walked in a hurry
	Worried about wasting the day
	Some nights she sat at her dresser
	Composing long letters
	Falling asleep with a pen in her hand
	And she loved to drive her big red car
	A scarf ' round her shoulders, her foot to the floor
	Down to the grocery, she' d wave goodbye
	And we' d pray, " Lord, bring her back safe"
	And she loved to drive her big red car
	Though she couldn' t see over the hood very far
	She' d back out the driveway
	And point that thing down the road
	We' d say, " Lord, there she goes"
	Mildred Madalyn Johnson
	Marvelous woman
	I was so lucky to call her my friend

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