歌曲 | Smokey Mountain Memories |
歌手 | Dolly Parton |
专辑 | Live and Well |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Parton | |
You ought to go north somebody told us | |
Cause the air is filled with gold dust | |
And fortune falls like snow flakes in your hands | |
Now I don't recall who said it | |
But we'd lived so long on credit | |
And so we headed out to find our promised land | |
Just poor Smoky Mountains farm folk | |
With nothing more than high hopes | |
So we hitched our station wagon to a star | |
But our dreams all fell in on us | |
Cause there was no land of promise | |
Though it's a stuggle just keepin' sight of who you are | |
Oh and these northern nights are dreary | |
And my southern heart is weary | |
As I wonder how the old folks are back home | |
But I know that they all love me | |
And they're all thinking of me | |
The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong | |
You know I've been thinkin' a whole lot lately | |
About what's been and what awaits me | |
It takes all I've got to give what life demands | |
You go insane if you give in to it | |
Life's a mill and I've been through it | |
I'm just thankful I'm creative with my hands | |
Oh and these northern nights they're dreary | |
And my southern eyes are teary | |
As I wonder how the old folks are back home | |
But I'll keep leanin' on my Jesus | |
He'll love and guide and lead us | |
The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong | |
If I'll keep looking to the father | |
Keep our heads above the water | |
While the Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong |
zuo ci : Parton | |
You ought to go north somebody told us | |
Cause the air is filled with gold dust | |
And fortune falls like snow flakes in your hands | |
Now I don' t recall who said it | |
But we' d lived so long on credit | |
And so we headed out to find our promised land | |
Just poor Smoky Mountains farm folk | |
With nothing more than high hopes | |
So we hitched our station wagon to a star | |
But our dreams all fell in on us | |
Cause there was no land of promise | |
Though it' s a stuggle just keepin' sight of who you are | |
Oh and these northern nights are dreary | |
And my southern heart is weary | |
As I wonder how the old folks are back home | |
But I know that they all love me | |
And they' re all thinking of me | |
The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong | |
You know I' ve been thinkin' a whole lot lately | |
About what' s been and what awaits me | |
It takes all I' ve got to give what life demands | |
You go insane if you give in to it | |
Life' s a mill and I' ve been through it | |
I' m just thankful I' m creative with my hands | |
Oh and these northern nights they' re dreary | |
And my southern eyes are teary | |
As I wonder how the old folks are back home | |
But I' ll keep leanin' on my Jesus | |
He' ll love and guide and lead us | |
The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong | |
If I' ll keep looking to the father | |
Keep our heads above the water | |
While the Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong |
zuò cí : Parton | |
You ought to go north somebody told us | |
Cause the air is filled with gold dust | |
And fortune falls like snow flakes in your hands | |
Now I don' t recall who said it | |
But we' d lived so long on credit | |
And so we headed out to find our promised land | |
Just poor Smoky Mountains farm folk | |
With nothing more than high hopes | |
So we hitched our station wagon to a star | |
But our dreams all fell in on us | |
Cause there was no land of promise | |
Though it' s a stuggle just keepin' sight of who you are | |
Oh and these northern nights are dreary | |
And my southern heart is weary | |
As I wonder how the old folks are back home | |
But I know that they all love me | |
And they' re all thinking of me | |
The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong | |
You know I' ve been thinkin' a whole lot lately | |
About what' s been and what awaits me | |
It takes all I' ve got to give what life demands | |
You go insane if you give in to it | |
Life' s a mill and I' ve been through it | |
I' m just thankful I' m creative with my hands | |
Oh and these northern nights they' re dreary | |
And my southern eyes are teary | |
As I wonder how the old folks are back home | |
But I' ll keep leanin' on my Jesus | |
He' ll love and guide and lead us | |
The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong | |
If I' ll keep looking to the father | |
Keep our heads above the water | |
While the Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong |