Song | Denouncing November Blue (Uneasy Writer) |
Artist | The Avett Brothers |
Album | Four Thieves Gone: The Robbinsville Sessions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Avett Brothers | |
November came and went, | |
like a summer that I spent, | |
with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
I returned to my home, | |
with a heart part made of stone, | |
and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. | |
From the east it comes, | |
her love and the rising sun, | |
and I pray each time they come, it's not the last. | |
You see I've got strong, | |
I made it through what came along, | |
but I can't move on for the beauty of the past. | |
Came across a pretty girl, | |
for about a month she was my world, | |
and I held her hand, and swore we'd never part. | |
I moved on, she stayed behind, | |
I said I'd call, she said she'd write, | |
we lost touch the moment I drove off. | |
I left town like a gambler with, | |
the sense of cashin' all the chips, | |
before I lost them all on a bad deal. | |
I made believe I was in a race, | |
drove ten thousand miles in seven days, | |
while writing a book called "Being A Free Man". | |
Met more people than the president, | |
the good times came and the good times went, | |
and I learned how to ignore my hunger pangs. | |
I looked ahead to the open road, thought about the people and what they know, | |
and wrote a book called "People Don't Know Nothin". | |
(no matter what they tell ya, man) | |
Once I spent my last dime, | |
and counted the ratio of miles to time, | |
I looked up to my disdain and my surprise. | |
I had driven my car around the world, | |
ended back in the town with the girl, | |
so I wrote a book called "Life in Prison". | |
(Volume. 1) | |
I see that girl every now and then, | |
and we drink to having such good friends, | |
and apologize for the way it did not last. | |
Funny thing that it's all true, | |
and I'll always love November Blue, | |
but I turned her down for the beauty of the past. | |
November came and went, | |
like a summer that I spent, | |
with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
I returned to my home, | |
with a heart part made of stone, | |
and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. |
zuo qu : Avett Brothers | |
November came and went, | |
like a summer that I spent, | |
with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
I returned to my home, | |
with a heart part made of stone, | |
and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. | |
From the east it comes, | |
her love and the rising sun, | |
and I pray each time they come, it' s not the last. | |
You see I' ve got strong, | |
I made it through what came along, | |
but I can' t move on for the beauty of the past. | |
Came across a pretty girl, | |
for about a month she was my world, | |
and I held her hand, and swore we' d never part. | |
I moved on, she stayed behind, | |
I said I' d call, she said she' d write, | |
we lost touch the moment I drove off. | |
I left town like a gambler with, | |
the sense of cashin' all the chips, | |
before I lost them all on a bad deal. | |
I made believe I was in a race, | |
drove ten thousand miles in seven days, | |
while writing a book called " Being A Free Man". | |
Met more people than the president, | |
the good times came and the good times went, | |
and I learned how to ignore my hunger pangs. | |
I looked ahead to the open road, thought about the people and what they know, | |
and wrote a book called " People Don' t Know Nothin". | |
no matter what they tell ya, man | |
Once I spent my last dime, | |
and counted the ratio of miles to time, | |
I looked up to my disdain and my surprise. | |
I had driven my car around the world, | |
ended back in the town with the girl, | |
so I wrote a book called " Life in Prison". | |
Volume. 1 | |
I see that girl every now and then, | |
and we drink to having such good friends, | |
and apologize for the way it did not last. | |
Funny thing that it' s all true, | |
and I' ll always love November Blue, | |
but I turned her down for the beauty of the past. | |
November came and went, | |
like a summer that I spent, | |
with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
I returned to my home, | |
with a heart part made of stone, | |
and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. |
zuò qǔ : Avett Brothers | |
November came and went, | |
like a summer that I spent, | |
with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
I returned to my home, | |
with a heart part made of stone, | |
and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. | |
From the east it comes, | |
her love and the rising sun, | |
and I pray each time they come, it' s not the last. | |
You see I' ve got strong, | |
I made it through what came along, | |
but I can' t move on for the beauty of the past. | |
Came across a pretty girl, | |
for about a month she was my world, | |
and I held her hand, and swore we' d never part. | |
I moved on, she stayed behind, | |
I said I' d call, she said she' d write, | |
we lost touch the moment I drove off. | |
I left town like a gambler with, | |
the sense of cashin' all the chips, | |
before I lost them all on a bad deal. | |
I made believe I was in a race, | |
drove ten thousand miles in seven days, | |
while writing a book called " Being A Free Man". | |
Met more people than the president, | |
the good times came and the good times went, | |
and I learned how to ignore my hunger pangs. | |
I looked ahead to the open road, thought about the people and what they know, | |
and wrote a book called " People Don' t Know Nothin". | |
no matter what they tell ya, man | |
Once I spent my last dime, | |
and counted the ratio of miles to time, | |
I looked up to my disdain and my surprise. | |
I had driven my car around the world, | |
ended back in the town with the girl, | |
so I wrote a book called " Life in Prison". | |
Volume. 1 | |
I see that girl every now and then, | |
and we drink to having such good friends, | |
and apologize for the way it did not last. | |
Funny thing that it' s all true, | |
and I' ll always love November Blue, | |
but I turned her down for the beauty of the past. | |
November came and went, | |
like a summer that I spent, | |
with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
I returned to my home, | |
with a heart part made of stone, | |
and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. |