Song | Dark in My Heart |
Artist | Lee Hazlewood |
Album | Lee Hazlewood-ism: Its Cause and Cure |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hazlewood | |
Woke up Sunday morning and I thought that I could sing | |
But I can't no I can't | |
Woke up Sunday morning and I thought I heard bells ring | |
But they don't no they won't | |
Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart | |
Got a letter from my mama but she didn't send no cash | |
Send no cash not a dime | |
Got a letter from my sister and she's still writin' trash | |
Writin' trash talked for the trash | |
Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart | |
I asked a man some questions and he told me just the truth | |
Just the truth and I didn't believe him | |
I asked a girl for lovin' and she walked in the phonebooth | |
That ain't cool in the phonebooth | |
Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart | |
Met a girl in New York and she had a lotta class | |
Lotta class tourist class | |
Took the girl to LA but she said it wouldn't last | |
Wouldn't last and it didn't | |
Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart | |
Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart |
zuo ci : Hazlewood | |
Woke up Sunday morning and I thought that I could sing | |
But I can' t no I can' t | |
Woke up Sunday morning and I thought I heard bells ring | |
But they don' t no they won' t | |
Oh it' s dark it' s dark in my heart | |
Got a letter from my mama but she didn' t send no cash | |
Send no cash not a dime | |
Got a letter from my sister and she' s still writin' trash | |
Writin' trash talked for the trash | |
Oh it' s dark it' s dark in my heart | |
I asked a man some questions and he told me just the truth | |
Just the truth and I didn' t believe him | |
I asked a girl for lovin' and she walked in the phonebooth | |
That ain' t cool in the phonebooth | |
Oh it' s dark it' s dark in my heart | |
Met a girl in New York and she had a lotta class | |
Lotta class tourist class | |
Took the girl to LA but she said it wouldn' t last | |
Wouldn' t last and it didn' t | |
Oh it' s dark it' s dark in my heart | |
Oh it' s dark it' s dark in my heart |
zuò cí : Hazlewood | |
Woke up Sunday morning and I thought that I could sing | |
But I can' t no I can' t | |
Woke up Sunday morning and I thought I heard bells ring | |
But they don' t no they won' t | |
Oh it' s dark it' s dark in my heart | |
Got a letter from my mama but she didn' t send no cash | |
Send no cash not a dime | |
Got a letter from my sister and she' s still writin' trash | |
Writin' trash talked for the trash | |
Oh it' s dark it' s dark in my heart | |
I asked a man some questions and he told me just the truth | |
Just the truth and I didn' t believe him | |
I asked a girl for lovin' and she walked in the phonebooth | |
That ain' t cool in the phonebooth | |
Oh it' s dark it' s dark in my heart | |
Met a girl in New York and she had a lotta class | |
Lotta class tourist class | |
Took the girl to LA but she said it wouldn' t last | |
Wouldn' t last and it didn' t | |
Oh it' s dark it' s dark in my heart | |
Oh it' s dark it' s dark in my heart |