Song | High Shelf Booze |
Artist | Eilen Jewell |
Album | Letters from Sinners & Strangers |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jewell | |
If my man asks 'bout what I'll do | |
Now that he's turned me loose | |
Tell him I've gone to meet all the girls | |
And drink all that high shelf booze | |
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze | |
You won't catch me dead with no blues | |
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze | |
You won't catch me dead with no blues | |
I always said I'd be his slave | |
Before I would be his dog | |
But it looks like he's got me rambling 'round | |
And sleeping in a hollow log | |
A hollow log, a hollow log | |
Sleeping in a hollow log | |
A hollow log, a hollow log | |
Sleeping in a hollow log | |
Well it's one man on Sunday, another on Monday | |
Two on Tuesday afternoon | |
Easy come, easy go | |
You won't hear me sing no lonesome tune | |
Easy come, easy go | |
You won't hear me sing no lonesome tune | |
Easy come, easy go | |
You won't hear me sing no lonesome tune |
zuo qu : Jewell | |
If my man asks ' bout what I' ll do | |
Now that he' s turned me loose | |
Tell him I' ve gone to meet all the girls | |
And drink all that high shelf booze | |
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze | |
You won' t catch me dead with no blues | |
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze | |
You won' t catch me dead with no blues | |
I always said I' d be his slave | |
Before I would be his dog | |
But it looks like he' s got me rambling ' round | |
And sleeping in a hollow log | |
A hollow log, a hollow log | |
Sleeping in a hollow log | |
A hollow log, a hollow log | |
Sleeping in a hollow log | |
Well it' s one man on Sunday, another on Monday | |
Two on Tuesday afternoon | |
Easy come, easy go | |
You won' t hear me sing no lonesome tune | |
Easy come, easy go | |
You won' t hear me sing no lonesome tune | |
Easy come, easy go | |
You won' t hear me sing no lonesome tune |
zuò qǔ : Jewell | |
If my man asks ' bout what I' ll do | |
Now that he' s turned me loose | |
Tell him I' ve gone to meet all the girls | |
And drink all that high shelf booze | |
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze | |
You won' t catch me dead with no blues | |
The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze | |
You won' t catch me dead with no blues | |
I always said I' d be his slave | |
Before I would be his dog | |
But it looks like he' s got me rambling ' round | |
And sleeping in a hollow log | |
A hollow log, a hollow log | |
Sleeping in a hollow log | |
A hollow log, a hollow log | |
Sleeping in a hollow log | |
Well it' s one man on Sunday, another on Monday | |
Two on Tuesday afternoon | |
Easy come, easy go | |
You won' t hear me sing no lonesome tune | |
Easy come, easy go | |
You won' t hear me sing no lonesome tune | |
Easy come, easy go | |
You won' t hear me sing no lonesome tune |