歌曲 | Silver Ribbons |
歌手 | Waylon Jennings |
专辑 | Nashville Rebel |
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Travelin' down this lonesome railroad | |
Silver Ribbons with no ends | |
A million miles a crossties | |
Mark a million miles I've been. | |
I've picked peaches down in Georgia | |
Apples up in Maine | |
Pulled cotton out in Texas | |
Ridin' on the train. | |
I was just a lad of seventeen | |
My daddy turned me loose | |
Silver ribbons callin' me | |
Engine and caboose. | |
I can't recall my mother | |
She left when I was two | |
Brunetts, blondes and red heads | |
Were the only love I knew. | |
Don't ask me where I'm going | |
Don't ask me where I've been | |
Those silver ribbons will take me there | |
There and back again. | |
One more time back again | |
Travelin' to the tune of freight wheels | |
Is such a lonely sound | |
Hear that lonesome whistle blow | |
As leavin' another town. | |
I wish someone was waitin' | |
Somewhere to welcome me | |
Then those silver ribbons | |
Would see no more of me. | |
Don't ask me where I'm going | |
Don't ask me where I've been | |
Those silver ribbons will take me there | |
There and back again... |
zuo ci : | |
Travelin' down this lonesome railroad | |
Silver Ribbons with no ends | |
A million miles a crossties | |
Mark a million miles I' ve been. | |
I' ve picked peaches down in Georgia | |
Apples up in Maine | |
Pulled cotton out in Texas | |
Ridin' on the train. | |
I was just a lad of seventeen | |
My daddy turned me loose | |
Silver ribbons callin' me | |
Engine and caboose. | |
I can' t recall my mother | |
She left when I was two | |
Brunetts, blondes and red heads | |
Were the only love I knew. | |
Don' t ask me where I' m going | |
Don' t ask me where I' ve been | |
Those silver ribbons will take me there | |
There and back again. | |
One more time back again | |
Travelin' to the tune of freight wheels | |
Is such a lonely sound | |
Hear that lonesome whistle blow | |
As leavin' another town. | |
I wish someone was waitin' | |
Somewhere to welcome me | |
Then those silver ribbons | |
Would see no more of me. | |
Don' t ask me where I' m going | |
Don' t ask me where I' ve been | |
Those silver ribbons will take me there | |
There and back again... |
zuò cí : | |
Travelin' down this lonesome railroad | |
Silver Ribbons with no ends | |
A million miles a crossties | |
Mark a million miles I' ve been. | |
I' ve picked peaches down in Georgia | |
Apples up in Maine | |
Pulled cotton out in Texas | |
Ridin' on the train. | |
I was just a lad of seventeen | |
My daddy turned me loose | |
Silver ribbons callin' me | |
Engine and caboose. | |
I can' t recall my mother | |
She left when I was two | |
Brunetts, blondes and red heads | |
Were the only love I knew. | |
Don' t ask me where I' m going | |
Don' t ask me where I' ve been | |
Those silver ribbons will take me there | |
There and back again. | |
One more time back again | |
Travelin' to the tune of freight wheels | |
Is such a lonely sound | |
Hear that lonesome whistle blow | |
As leavin' another town. | |
I wish someone was waitin' | |
Somewhere to welcome me | |
Then those silver ribbons | |
Would see no more of me. | |
Don' t ask me where I' m going | |
Don' t ask me where I' ve been | |
Those silver ribbons will take me there | |
There and back again... |