Song | On My Way to Town |
Artist | Nana Mouskouri |
Album | A canadian tribute |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McGarrigle | |
On my way to town | |
Got my money in my secret pocket | |
On my way to town | |
Until I get there I won't turn around | |
I'm dropping pebbles in my tracks | |
I will not get lost when I come back | |
On my way to town | |
Got my lunch tucked in another pocket | |
On my way to town | |
And I will only stop to wash it down | |
Cool water is good enough | |
Can't waste my gold on finer stuff | |
Got to keep your mind on the maps | |
Feet on the ground and eyes on the traps | |
Jewels that shine and the pleasures that blind | |
And ties that bind and you're left behind | |
I know this road | |
I was on it a long time ago | |
I know this road | |
And I know every mind that could explode | |
You got to keep walking on through the rain | |
Trees that shelther fall and bring you pain | |
And when I get to town | |
I will go straight to the market | |
When I get to town | |
I will do my best until the sun goes down | |
And come the end of day | |
I'll look for the stones I dropped along the way |
zuo qu : McGarrigle | |
On my way to town | |
Got my money in my secret pocket | |
On my way to town | |
Until I get there I won' t turn around | |
I' m dropping pebbles in my tracks | |
I will not get lost when I come back | |
On my way to town | |
Got my lunch tucked in another pocket | |
On my way to town | |
And I will only stop to wash it down | |
Cool water is good enough | |
Can' t waste my gold on finer stuff | |
Got to keep your mind on the maps | |
Feet on the ground and eyes on the traps | |
Jewels that shine and the pleasures that blind | |
And ties that bind and you' re left behind | |
I know this road | |
I was on it a long time ago | |
I know this road | |
And I know every mind that could explode | |
You got to keep walking on through the rain | |
Trees that shelther fall and bring you pain | |
And when I get to town | |
I will go straight to the market | |
When I get to town | |
I will do my best until the sun goes down | |
And come the end of day | |
I' ll look for the stones I dropped along the way |
zuò qǔ : McGarrigle | |
On my way to town | |
Got my money in my secret pocket | |
On my way to town | |
Until I get there I won' t turn around | |
I' m dropping pebbles in my tracks | |
I will not get lost when I come back | |
On my way to town | |
Got my lunch tucked in another pocket | |
On my way to town | |
And I will only stop to wash it down | |
Cool water is good enough | |
Can' t waste my gold on finer stuff | |
Got to keep your mind on the maps | |
Feet on the ground and eyes on the traps | |
Jewels that shine and the pleasures that blind | |
And ties that bind and you' re left behind | |
I know this road | |
I was on it a long time ago | |
I know this road | |
And I know every mind that could explode | |
You got to keep walking on through the rain | |
Trees that shelther fall and bring you pain | |
And when I get to town | |
I will go straight to the market | |
When I get to town | |
I will do my best until the sun goes down | |
And come the end of day | |
I' ll look for the stones I dropped along the way |