Song | We Ain't Much Different |
Artist | Lynyrd Skynyrd |
Album | Twenty |
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作词 : Estes, Medlocke, Rossington ... | |
This is a story 'bout livin' | |
A tale of a long hard road | |
Ain't a whole lot of misgivin's | |
Of the things that I thought I sowed | |
My daddy was a real hard worker | |
He said son there will come a day | |
Talk ain't always cheap | |
And here's what daddy had to say | |
With these hands I've made my livin' | |
With these hands I've held a child | |
With these hands I've climbed a mountain | |
Sometimes we forget | |
We ain't much different at all | |
He likes grits, you like the apple | |
There ain't nothin' wrong with that | |
He says y'all, you say you'se | |
It all depends on where you're at | |
Well a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun | |
And its always good for the soul | |
From New York City out to California | |
You know its only rock and roll | |
With these hands we come together | |
With these hands we can change the world | |
With these hands I play my music | |
Sometimes we forget | |
We ain't much different at all | |
Oh, not at all | |
So what I'm trying to tell you | |
Is that I'm only one son of the South | |
Its gonna take more than you me and you | |
To work this whole thing out | |
With these hands I've made my livin' | |
With these hands I've held a child | |
With these hands I've climbed a mountain | |
Sometimes we forget | |
With these hands we come together | |
With these hands we can change the world | |
With these hands I play my music | |
Sometimes we forget | |
We ain't much different | |
We ain't much different | |
Ain't much different | |
At all |
zuo ci : Estes, Medlocke, Rossington ... | |
This is a story ' bout livin' | |
A tale of a long hard road | |
Ain' t a whole lot of misgivin' s | |
Of the things that I thought I sowed | |
My daddy was a real hard worker | |
He said son there will come a day | |
Talk ain' t always cheap | |
And here' s what daddy had to say | |
With these hands I' ve made my livin' | |
With these hands I' ve held a child | |
With these hands I' ve climbed a mountain | |
Sometimes we forget | |
We ain' t much different at all | |
He likes grits, you like the apple | |
There ain' t nothin' wrong with that | |
He says y' all, you say you' se | |
It all depends on where you' re at | |
Well a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun | |
And its always good for the soul | |
From New York City out to California | |
You know its only rock and roll | |
With these hands we come together | |
With these hands we can change the world | |
With these hands I play my music | |
Sometimes we forget | |
We ain' t much different at all | |
Oh, not at all | |
So what I' m trying to tell you | |
Is that I' m only one son of the South | |
Its gonna take more than you me and you | |
To work this whole thing out | |
With these hands I' ve made my livin' | |
With these hands I' ve held a child | |
With these hands I' ve climbed a mountain | |
Sometimes we forget | |
With these hands we come together | |
With these hands we can change the world | |
With these hands I play my music | |
Sometimes we forget | |
We ain' t much different | |
We ain' t much different | |
Ain' t much different | |
At all |
zuò cí : Estes, Medlocke, Rossington ... | |
This is a story ' bout livin' | |
A tale of a long hard road | |
Ain' t a whole lot of misgivin' s | |
Of the things that I thought I sowed | |
My daddy was a real hard worker | |
He said son there will come a day | |
Talk ain' t always cheap | |
And here' s what daddy had to say | |
With these hands I' ve made my livin' | |
With these hands I' ve held a child | |
With these hands I' ve climbed a mountain | |
Sometimes we forget | |
We ain' t much different at all | |
He likes grits, you like the apple | |
There ain' t nothin' wrong with that | |
He says y' all, you say you' se | |
It all depends on where you' re at | |
Well a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun | |
And its always good for the soul | |
From New York City out to California | |
You know its only rock and roll | |
With these hands we come together | |
With these hands we can change the world | |
With these hands I play my music | |
Sometimes we forget | |
We ain' t much different at all | |
Oh, not at all | |
So what I' m trying to tell you | |
Is that I' m only one son of the South | |
Its gonna take more than you me and you | |
To work this whole thing out | |
With these hands I' ve made my livin' | |
With these hands I' ve held a child | |
With these hands I' ve climbed a mountain | |
Sometimes we forget | |
With these hands we come together | |
With these hands we can change the world | |
With these hands I play my music | |
Sometimes we forget | |
We ain' t much different | |
We ain' t much different | |
Ain' t much different | |
At all |