歌曲 | Chestnut Street Revisited |
歌手 | John Mellencamp |
专辑 | Chestnut Street Incident |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cougar | |
Written by John Mellencamp | |
Well I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved | |
In these small town streets too long | |
I've held nothin' but aces and been many places | |
And hung on the corner 'til dawn | |
But my hands have been tied | |
To a life I've been denied | |
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And workin' a nine to five | |
Well I worked like a fool 'til after done with high school | |
Just to form a rock and rollin' band | |
But the streets were exploding and my life I was decoding | |
Had a dream I couldn't understand | |
And I work it out everyday | |
For no fun and very little pay | |
I'm just a smal town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And doin' what other people say | |
Well I've drooled and fooled and been ridiculed | |
For havin' dreams just above my reach | |
And I've lied and died and tried suicide | |
For all the things you people wanna preach | |
But I always had to turn the other way | |
When I heard those homefolks say | |
(They say) You're just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And livin' on a day to day | |
But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks | |
All those young girls fall back and say | |
There goes that sleek young silhouette | |
He don't drive no Corvette | |
but he stings just like a Sting Ray | |
And that's my only redemption in this house of detention | |
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away | |
'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
I say, God don't take this away | |
Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play | |
And I'd come staggering back home | |
With a dream in my hand and a master plan | |
That wouldn't leave my mind alone | |
Well I compromised all my schemes | |
And I fluctuated all my dreams | |
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And nothing is like it really seems | |
But what a fool I must seem to have all these dreams | |
And try to live them all through | |
It's like a slap in your face, with a mercurochrome taste | |
When the dream is long overdue | |
And it seems kinda strange that nobody came | |
To the game that I have put myself through | |
And when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
I say, what the hell can I do | |
Well I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions | |
Gonna help me hide all this pain | |
And all the hurt that I've felt underneath my leather studded belt | |
Of not findin' my fortune and fame | |
Some day I'll blow 'em away with the things that I sing and I say | |
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' on my pay day | |
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' on my pay day |
zuo ci : Cougar | |
Written by John Mellencamp | |
Well I' ve lived and breathed and been disbelieved | |
In these small town streets too long | |
I' ve held nothin' but aces and been many places | |
And hung on the corner ' til dawn | |
But my hands have been tied | |
To a life I' ve been denied | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And workin' a nine to five | |
Well I worked like a fool ' til after done with high school | |
Just to form a rock and rollin' band | |
But the streets were exploding and my life I was decoding | |
Had a dream I couldn' t understand | |
And I work it out everyday | |
For no fun and very little pay | |
I' m just a smal town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And doin' what other people say | |
Well I' ve drooled and fooled and been ridiculed | |
For havin' dreams just above my reach | |
And I' ve lied and died and tried suicide | |
For all the things you people wanna preach | |
But I always had to turn the other way | |
When I heard those homefolks say | |
They say You' re just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And livin' on a day to day | |
But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks | |
All those young girls fall back and say | |
There goes that sleek young silhouette | |
He don' t drive no Corvette | |
but he stings just like a Sting Ray | |
And that' s my only redemption in this house of detention | |
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away | |
' Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
I say, God don' t take this away | |
Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play | |
And I' d come staggering back home | |
With a dream in my hand and a master plan | |
That wouldn' t leave my mind alone | |
Well I compromised all my schemes | |
And I fluctuated all my dreams | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And nothing is like it really seems | |
But what a fool I must seem to have all these dreams | |
And try to live them all through | |
It' s like a slap in your face, with a mercurochrome taste | |
When the dream is long overdue | |
And it seems kinda strange that nobody came | |
To the game that I have put myself through | |
And when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
I say, what the hell can I do | |
Well I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions | |
Gonna help me hide all this pain | |
And all the hurt that I' ve felt underneath my leather studded belt | |
Of not findin' my fortune and fame | |
Some day I' ll blow ' em away with the things that I sing and I say | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' on my pay day | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' on my pay day |
zuò cí : Cougar | |
Written by John Mellencamp | |
Well I' ve lived and breathed and been disbelieved | |
In these small town streets too long | |
I' ve held nothin' but aces and been many places | |
And hung on the corner ' til dawn | |
But my hands have been tied | |
To a life I' ve been denied | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And workin' a nine to five | |
Well I worked like a fool ' til after done with high school | |
Just to form a rock and rollin' band | |
But the streets were exploding and my life I was decoding | |
Had a dream I couldn' t understand | |
And I work it out everyday | |
For no fun and very little pay | |
I' m just a smal town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And doin' what other people say | |
Well I' ve drooled and fooled and been ridiculed | |
For havin' dreams just above my reach | |
And I' ve lied and died and tried suicide | |
For all the things you people wanna preach | |
But I always had to turn the other way | |
When I heard those homefolks say | |
They say You' re just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And livin' on a day to day | |
But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks | |
All those young girls fall back and say | |
There goes that sleek young silhouette | |
He don' t drive no Corvette | |
but he stings just like a Sting Ray | |
And that' s my only redemption in this house of detention | |
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away | |
' Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
I say, God don' t take this away | |
Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play | |
And I' d come staggering back home | |
With a dream in my hand and a master plan | |
That wouldn' t leave my mind alone | |
Well I compromised all my schemes | |
And I fluctuated all my dreams | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And nothing is like it really seems | |
But what a fool I must seem to have all these dreams | |
And try to live them all through | |
It' s like a slap in your face, with a mercurochrome taste | |
When the dream is long overdue | |
And it seems kinda strange that nobody came | |
To the game that I have put myself through | |
And when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
I say, what the hell can I do | |
Well I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions | |
Gonna help me hide all this pain | |
And all the hurt that I' ve felt underneath my leather studded belt | |
Of not findin' my fortune and fame | |
Some day I' ll blow ' em away with the things that I sing and I say | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' on my pay day | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' on my pay day |