歌曲 | Where the Wind Don't Whine |
歌手 | Richard Thompson |
专辑 | Hand of Kindness |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
"Get in the car", she said and drive me into next week | |
I should have turned her down, blame my curious streak | |
I never dreamt that we'd be driving into trouble | |
Until we hit a rock that bent my nose double | |
I'd say we both were on run, run, run | |
She looked too fresh for twenty-one, one, one | |
She slipped her little hand in mine, mine, mine | |
Said, "I'll take you where the wind don't whine, whine | |
I'll take you where the wind don't whine" | |
Ah, the wheels were moaning, we were heading ninety-five | |
The rain was beating down, my engine was alive | |
The roads were empty as the day turned into night | |
With every street lamp her face shone white | |
I asked her name and she just smiled, smiled, smiled | |
We must have clocked a thousand miles, miles, miles | |
She said, "We'll be there in a while, while, while" | |
I'll take you where the wind don't whine, whine | |
I'll take you where the wind don't whine | |
I was feeling weary when the car died on me | |
I pulled her over and the strength just drained from me | |
The price of running's getting dearer and dearer | |
And nothing ever seems to get nearer and nearer | |
I suppose I didn't make the grade, grade, grade | |
When I looked around she'd slipped away, â€~way, â€~way | |
Out in the night you'll see her shine, shine, shine | |
Waiting where the wind don't whine, whine | |
Waiting where the wind don't whine, whine | |
Waiting where the wind don't whine |
" Get in the car", she said and drive me into next week | |
I should have turned her down, blame my curious streak | |
I never dreamt that we' d be driving into trouble | |
Until we hit a rock that bent my nose double | |
I' d say we both were on run, run, run | |
She looked too fresh for twentyone, one, one | |
She slipped her little hand in mine, mine, mine | |
Said, " I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine" | |
Ah, the wheels were moaning, we were heading ninetyfive | |
The rain was beating down, my engine was alive | |
The roads were empty as the day turned into night | |
With every street lamp her face shone white | |
I asked her name and she just smiled, smiled, smiled | |
We must have clocked a thousand miles, miles, miles | |
She said, " We' ll be there in a while, while, while" | |
I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine | |
I was feeling weary when the car died on me | |
I pulled her over and the strength just drained from me | |
The price of running' s getting dearer and dearer | |
And nothing ever seems to get nearer and nearer | |
I suppose I didn' t make the grade, grade, grade | |
When I looked around she' d slipped away, way, way | |
Out in the night you' ll see her shine, shine, shine | |
Waiting where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
Waiting where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
Waiting where the wind don' t whine |
" Get in the car", she said and drive me into next week | |
I should have turned her down, blame my curious streak | |
I never dreamt that we' d be driving into trouble | |
Until we hit a rock that bent my nose double | |
I' d say we both were on run, run, run | |
She looked too fresh for twentyone, one, one | |
She slipped her little hand in mine, mine, mine | |
Said, " I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine" | |
Ah, the wheels were moaning, we were heading ninetyfive | |
The rain was beating down, my engine was alive | |
The roads were empty as the day turned into night | |
With every street lamp her face shone white | |
I asked her name and she just smiled, smiled, smiled | |
We must have clocked a thousand miles, miles, miles | |
She said, " We' ll be there in a while, while, while" | |
I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
I' ll take you where the wind don' t whine | |
I was feeling weary when the car died on me | |
I pulled her over and the strength just drained from me | |
The price of running' s getting dearer and dearer | |
And nothing ever seems to get nearer and nearer | |
I suppose I didn' t make the grade, grade, grade | |
When I looked around she' d slipped away, way, way | |
Out in the night you' ll see her shine, shine, shine | |
Waiting where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
Waiting where the wind don' t whine, whine | |
Waiting where the wind don' t whine |