歌曲 | Not So Far to Go |
歌手 | Kelly Joe Phelps |
专辑 | Tap the Red Cane Whirlwind [live] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : | |
Ginger had dyed her hair red to fit her name | |
Burny pocked his arms with a pack of | |
Camel Lights | |
Long sleeves outdoors to keep the kids from crying | |
And Ginger climbed the high wire just to make them cheer | |
Trapeze float in a buttercup parade | |
With clowns and plastic parachutes, three red, the same | |
Clutched arms and fire dropped in a bar in | |
New York city | |
It's not so far to go, oh, it's not so far to go to find trouble | |
Bus rattles downstairs, downtown flying | |
With a green seat empty and a window cracked | |
Sleeping Johnny snores, dreaming oceans and whores | |
All the while gluing tile on basement doors | |
He's Burny | |
Arms brother, | |
Ginger's other mate | |
Oh, it's too late to tap the till, money's gone | |
Arm holes and long locks, a house with nothing in it | |
Hmm, it's not so far to go to find trouble, ooh | |
The Lord, it's not so far to go to find trouble | |
Thousand mile handhold might keep the party still | |
If the holes heal well and the hair stays red | |
We'll climb another roof top and scare the crooks away | |
A gypsy and a singer in the bone yard | |
Yeah, walking the moonlight, losing the sign | |
Oh, sleeping | |
Johnny wakes, doesn't know where he is | |
Bus stop in upstate, a bar in | |
New York City | |
It's not so far to go, it's not so far to go, | |
Lord, it's not so far | |
Yeah, I don't know, it's not so far to go to find trouble, no |
zuo ci : | |
Ginger had dyed her hair red to fit her name | |
Burny pocked his arms with a pack of | |
Camel Lights | |
Long sleeves outdoors to keep the kids from crying | |
And Ginger climbed the high wire just to make them cheer | |
Trapeze float in a buttercup parade | |
With clowns and plastic parachutes, three red, the same | |
Clutched arms and fire dropped in a bar in | |
New York city | |
It' s not so far to go, oh, it' s not so far to go to find trouble | |
Bus rattles downstairs, downtown flying | |
With a green seat empty and a window cracked | |
Sleeping Johnny snores, dreaming oceans and whores | |
All the while gluing tile on basement doors | |
He' s Burny | |
Arms brother, | |
Ginger' s other mate | |
Oh, it' s too late to tap the till, money' s gone | |
Arm holes and long locks, a house with nothing in it | |
Hmm, it' s not so far to go to find trouble, ooh | |
The Lord, it' s not so far to go to find trouble | |
Thousand mile handhold might keep the party still | |
If the holes heal well and the hair stays red | |
We' ll climb another roof top and scare the crooks away | |
A gypsy and a singer in the bone yard | |
Yeah, walking the moonlight, losing the sign | |
Oh, sleeping | |
Johnny wakes, doesn' t know where he is | |
Bus stop in upstate, a bar in | |
New York City | |
It' s not so far to go, it' s not so far to go, | |
Lord, it' s not so far | |
Yeah, I don' t know, it' s not so far to go to find trouble, no |
zuò cí : | |
Ginger had dyed her hair red to fit her name | |
Burny pocked his arms with a pack of | |
Camel Lights | |
Long sleeves outdoors to keep the kids from crying | |
And Ginger climbed the high wire just to make them cheer | |
Trapeze float in a buttercup parade | |
With clowns and plastic parachutes, three red, the same | |
Clutched arms and fire dropped in a bar in | |
New York city | |
It' s not so far to go, oh, it' s not so far to go to find trouble | |
Bus rattles downstairs, downtown flying | |
With a green seat empty and a window cracked | |
Sleeping Johnny snores, dreaming oceans and whores | |
All the while gluing tile on basement doors | |
He' s Burny | |
Arms brother, | |
Ginger' s other mate | |
Oh, it' s too late to tap the till, money' s gone | |
Arm holes and long locks, a house with nothing in it | |
Hmm, it' s not so far to go to find trouble, ooh | |
The Lord, it' s not so far to go to find trouble | |
Thousand mile handhold might keep the party still | |
If the holes heal well and the hair stays red | |
We' ll climb another roof top and scare the crooks away | |
A gypsy and a singer in the bone yard | |
Yeah, walking the moonlight, losing the sign | |
Oh, sleeping | |
Johnny wakes, doesn' t know where he is | |
Bus stop in upstate, a bar in | |
New York City | |
It' s not so far to go, it' s not so far to go, | |
Lord, it' s not so far | |
Yeah, I don' t know, it' s not so far to go to find trouble, no |