作词 : Ritchie, Trombly | |
And when the sunshine showed | |
Her face I felt like | |
I was ready to die | |
Went lookin' for a place to hide | |
A hole I could crawl inside | |
Long lines, whiskey bottles | |
And the same old song | |
I smell death in the air | |
And I know it won't be long | |
And I could say, | |
I'm trying to change | |
But that's just another lie | |
It's been a day and a half | |
And I'm still high | |
And I feel like | |
Jackson, Mississippi | |
A river runnin' | |
Like Jackson, | |
Mississippi | |
A river runnin' | |
Like Jackson, | |
Mississippi | |
A river runnin' through my veins | |
And when the daylight disappeared | |
I took a good look inside | |
Behind my pride | |
I sat down and cried | |
I know I'm not a fool | |
But I don't know what's wrong | |
Maybe it's time to pack | |
And just move on | |
And I could say | |
I'm trying to change | |
But that would just be a lie | |
I'm lookin' for some one to tell me why |
zuo ci : Ritchie, Trombly | |
And when the sunshine showed | |
Her face I felt like | |
I was ready to die | |
Went lookin' for a place to hide | |
A hole I could crawl inside | |
Long lines, whiskey bottles | |
And the same old song | |
I smell death in the air | |
And I know it won' t be long | |
And I could say, | |
I' m trying to change | |
But that' s just another lie | |
It' s been a day and a half | |
And I' m still high | |
And I feel like | |
Jackson, Mississippi | |
A river runnin' | |
Like Jackson, | |
Mississippi | |
A river runnin' | |
Like Jackson, | |
Mississippi | |
A river runnin' through my veins | |
And when the daylight disappeared | |
I took a good look inside | |
Behind my pride | |
I sat down and cried | |
I know I' m not a fool | |
But I don' t know what' s wrong | |
Maybe it' s time to pack | |
And just move on | |
And I could say | |
I' m trying to change | |
But that would just be a lie | |
I' m lookin' for some one to tell me why |
zuò cí : Ritchie, Trombly | |
And when the sunshine showed | |
Her face I felt like | |
I was ready to die | |
Went lookin' for a place to hide | |
A hole I could crawl inside | |
Long lines, whiskey bottles | |
And the same old song | |
I smell death in the air | |
And I know it won' t be long | |
And I could say, | |
I' m trying to change | |
But that' s just another lie | |
It' s been a day and a half | |
And I' m still high | |
And I feel like | |
Jackson, Mississippi | |
A river runnin' | |
Like Jackson, | |
Mississippi | |
A river runnin' | |
Like Jackson, | |
Mississippi | |
A river runnin' through my veins | |
And when the daylight disappeared | |
I took a good look inside | |
Behind my pride | |
I sat down and cried | |
I know I' m not a fool | |
But I don' t know what' s wrong | |
Maybe it' s time to pack | |
And just move on | |
And I could say | |
I' m trying to change | |
But that would just be a lie | |
I' m lookin' for some one to tell me why |