歌曲 | Small Town Boy |
歌手 | Sherrié Austin |
专辑 | Streets of Heaven |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Austin, Rambeaux | |
Well he wore my name in a tatoo on his arm, | |
And in a tender voice he said he'd wait for me, | |
Yeah you're dreams are bigger than some red dirt farms, | |
But the grass on the other side aint always green. | |
Then, I, said good bye, and on those silver wings he let me fly, | |
Well I gave him a kiss but | |
I would not give my heart, | |
To a small town boy, | |
Heaven forbid that | |
I'd ever miss the arms, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Now the south bound wheels on this gray hound bus, | |
Can't carry me home fast enough, | |
Well I got off track now | |
I gotta win back the love, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Has he found a warmer touch or a pretty face? | |
Does he lay with her down where the lilacs grow? | |
Oh those city boys could never take his place, | |
Will I find the humble words to tell him so? | |
Can, I, turn back time? | |
Does a fool deserve the right to change her mind? | |
Well I gave him a kiss but | |
I would not give my heart, | |
To a small town boy, | |
Heaven forbid that | |
I'd ever miss the arms, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Now the south bound wheels on this gray hound bus, | |
Can't carry me home fast enough, | |
Well I got off track now | |
I gotta win back the love, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
I miss the little things, | |
Like the summer heat, the fire flies, dancein slow on a stary night, | |
When I was the apple of his eye. | |
Let me still be the apple of his eye, | |
Well I got off track now | |
I gotta win back the love, | |
Well I got off track wont you help me win back the love, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Small town boy, | |
Small town boy, | |
Small town boy. |
zuo ci : Austin, Rambeaux | |
Well he wore my name in a tatoo on his arm, | |
And in a tender voice he said he' d wait for me, | |
Yeah you' re dreams are bigger than some red dirt farms, | |
But the grass on the other side aint always green. | |
Then, I, said good bye, and on those silver wings he let me fly, | |
Well I gave him a kiss but | |
I would not give my heart, | |
To a small town boy, | |
Heaven forbid that | |
I' d ever miss the arms, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Now the south bound wheels on this gray hound bus, | |
Can' t carry me home fast enough, | |
Well I got off track now | |
I gotta win back the love, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Has he found a warmer touch or a pretty face? | |
Does he lay with her down where the lilacs grow? | |
Oh those city boys could never take his place, | |
Will I find the humble words to tell him so? | |
Can, I, turn back time? | |
Does a fool deserve the right to change her mind? | |
Well I gave him a kiss but | |
I would not give my heart, | |
To a small town boy, | |
Heaven forbid that | |
I' d ever miss the arms, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Now the south bound wheels on this gray hound bus, | |
Can' t carry me home fast enough, | |
Well I got off track now | |
I gotta win back the love, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
I miss the little things, | |
Like the summer heat, the fire flies, dancein slow on a stary night, | |
When I was the apple of his eye. | |
Let me still be the apple of his eye, | |
Well I got off track now | |
I gotta win back the love, | |
Well I got off track wont you help me win back the love, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Small town boy, | |
Small town boy, | |
Small town boy. |
zuò cí : Austin, Rambeaux | |
Well he wore my name in a tatoo on his arm, | |
And in a tender voice he said he' d wait for me, | |
Yeah you' re dreams are bigger than some red dirt farms, | |
But the grass on the other side aint always green. | |
Then, I, said good bye, and on those silver wings he let me fly, | |
Well I gave him a kiss but | |
I would not give my heart, | |
To a small town boy, | |
Heaven forbid that | |
I' d ever miss the arms, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Now the south bound wheels on this gray hound bus, | |
Can' t carry me home fast enough, | |
Well I got off track now | |
I gotta win back the love, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Has he found a warmer touch or a pretty face? | |
Does he lay with her down where the lilacs grow? | |
Oh those city boys could never take his place, | |
Will I find the humble words to tell him so? | |
Can, I, turn back time? | |
Does a fool deserve the right to change her mind? | |
Well I gave him a kiss but | |
I would not give my heart, | |
To a small town boy, | |
Heaven forbid that | |
I' d ever miss the arms, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Now the south bound wheels on this gray hound bus, | |
Can' t carry me home fast enough, | |
Well I got off track now | |
I gotta win back the love, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
I miss the little things, | |
Like the summer heat, the fire flies, dancein slow on a stary night, | |
When I was the apple of his eye. | |
Let me still be the apple of his eye, | |
Well I got off track now | |
I gotta win back the love, | |
Well I got off track wont you help me win back the love, | |
Of a small town boy. | |
Small town boy, | |
Small town boy, | |
Small town boy. |