歌曲 | All the Lilacs in Ohio |
歌手 | John Hiatt |
专辑 | The Tiki Bar Is Open |
作词 : Hiatt | |
Well, you met her there on a New York City stair | |
You were throwing up on your shoes | |
Tryin' to write the great book when it really had you shook | |
With a bad case of wintertime blues | |
So you drag her down to the ragged side of town | |
She had a taxi to carry her home | |
Then she left her handkerchief there beside you on the seat | |
As if to emphasize that you were all alone | |
It smelled like springtime and you were just a boy | |
And all the lilacs in Ohio | |
All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go. | |
In the city streets and the dirty winter snow | |
All the lilacs in Ohio - hio. | |
Well, she's the love story you speak of | |
When you talk to Sam at the bar | |
But it's in the details your story often fails | |
Yeah, close, but no cigar | |
And you might see your own ass in a double whiskey glass | |
But you'll never erase her smile | |
And you'll never write it down, never find her in this town | |
Of phantom dreams and fingernail files | |
It was springtime, and you were just a boy | |
And all the lilacs in Ohio | |
All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go | |
In city streets and the dirty winter snow | |
All the lilacs in Ohio - hio | |
So you pin her handkerchief to your clean white linen sheets | |
And you unmake your bed, crawl in | |
You imagine her there and you're tangled in her hair | |
And she smells like flowers again | |
And it's springtime, and you were just a boy | |
All the lilacs in Ohio | |
All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go | |
In the city streets and the dirty winter snow | |
All the lilacs in Ohio - hio |
zuò cí : Hiatt | |
Well, you met her there on a New York City stair | |
You were throwing up on your shoes | |
Tryin' to write the great book when it really had you shook | |
With a bad case of wintertime blues | |
So you drag her down to the ragged side of town | |
She had a taxi to carry her home | |
Then she left her handkerchief there beside you on the seat | |
As if to emphasize that you were all alone | |
It smelled like springtime and you were just a boy | |
And all the lilacs in Ohio | |
All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go. | |
In the city streets and the dirty winter snow | |
All the lilacs in Ohio hio. | |
Well, she' s the love story you speak of | |
When you talk to Sam at the bar | |
But it' s in the details your story often fails | |
Yeah, close, but no cigar | |
And you might see your own ass in a double whiskey glass | |
But you' ll never erase her smile | |
And you' ll never write it down, never find her in this town | |
Of phantom dreams and fingernail files | |
It was springtime, and you were just a boy | |
And all the lilacs in Ohio | |
All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go | |
In city streets and the dirty winter snow | |
All the lilacs in Ohio hio | |
So you pin her handkerchief to your clean white linen sheets | |
And you unmake your bed, crawl in | |
You imagine her there and you' re tangled in her hair | |
And she smells like flowers again | |
And it' s springtime, and you were just a boy | |
All the lilacs in Ohio | |
All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go | |
In the city streets and the dirty winter snow | |
All the lilacs in Ohio hio |