歌曲 | Don't Know Where I'm Going |
歌手 | Rory Gallagher |
专辑 | Deuce |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gallagher | |
I don't know where I'm going, | |
Don't know where I've been. | |
'Cause I haven't seen my baby, | |
Since I don't know when. | |
I'm walking down that long road, | |
With a smile up on my face. | |
I'm broken-hearted, | |
But you won't see a trace. | |
Feeling disconnected, | |
These blues are out to kill. | |
Sweep them in the corner, | |
Put 'em in the bin. | |
All right so you don't sympathize, | |
Don't expect that you should. | |
Walk right for one day you might, | |
Run into this patch of gray clouds too. | |
All right so you don't sympathize, | |
I don't expect that you should. | |
Stay bright for one day you might, | |
Run into this patch of gray clouds too. | |
Gravel in my pockets, | |
From the places I have been, | |
The soles of my shoes are paper thin. | |
I got sand here in my pockets, | |
From the place that I come from. | |
That's where I'm going, | |
So I'll say so long, yeah. |
zuo ci : Gallagher | |
I don' t know where I' m going, | |
Don' t know where I' ve been. | |
' Cause I haven' t seen my baby, | |
Since I don' t know when. | |
I' m walking down that long road, | |
With a smile up on my face. | |
I' m brokenhearted, | |
But you won' t see a trace. | |
Feeling disconnected, | |
These blues are out to kill. | |
Sweep them in the corner, | |
Put ' em in the bin. | |
All right so you don' t sympathize, | |
Don' t expect that you should. | |
Walk right for one day you might, | |
Run into this patch of gray clouds too. | |
All right so you don' t sympathize, | |
I don' t expect that you should. | |
Stay bright for one day you might, | |
Run into this patch of gray clouds too. | |
Gravel in my pockets, | |
From the places I have been, | |
The soles of my shoes are paper thin. | |
I got sand here in my pockets, | |
From the place that I come from. | |
That' s where I' m going, | |
So I' ll say so long, yeah. |
zuò cí : Gallagher | |
I don' t know where I' m going, | |
Don' t know where I' ve been. | |
' Cause I haven' t seen my baby, | |
Since I don' t know when. | |
I' m walking down that long road, | |
With a smile up on my face. | |
I' m brokenhearted, | |
But you won' t see a trace. | |
Feeling disconnected, | |
These blues are out to kill. | |
Sweep them in the corner, | |
Put ' em in the bin. | |
All right so you don' t sympathize, | |
Don' t expect that you should. | |
Walk right for one day you might, | |
Run into this patch of gray clouds too. | |
All right so you don' t sympathize, | |
I don' t expect that you should. | |
Stay bright for one day you might, | |
Run into this patch of gray clouds too. | |
Gravel in my pockets, | |
From the places I have been, | |
The soles of my shoes are paper thin. | |
I got sand here in my pockets, | |
From the place that I come from. | |
That' s where I' m going, | |
So I' ll say so long, yeah. |