Song | Whiskey Rock-A-Roller |
Artist | Lynyrd Skynyrd |
Album | Old Time Greats |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : King, Powell, Van Zant | |
I'm headed down a highway, got my suitcase by my side. | |
Blue skies hangin' over my head, I got five hundred miles to ride. | |
I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show. | |
I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go. | |
Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am. | |
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin is all I understand. | |
Yes, I was born a travelin' man and my feet still burn the ground. | |
I don't care for fancy music if your shoes can't shuffle around. | |
I got a hundred women or more and there's no place I call home. | |
The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm on the road, Lord. | |
Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am. | |
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand. | |
Sometimes I wonder where will we go. | |
Lord, don't you take my whiskey and rock'n'roll. | |
Take me down to Memphis town, bus driver, get me there. | |
I got me a queenie, she got long brown curly hair. | |
She likes to drink Old Granddad and her shoes do shuffle around | |
and every time I see that gal, Lord, she wants to take me down. | |
Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am. | |
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand. | |
Sometimes I wonder where will we go. | |
Lord, don't you take my whiskey and rock'n'roll. |
zuo ci : King, Powell, Van Zant | |
I' m headed down a highway, got my suitcase by my side. | |
Blue skies hangin' over my head, I got five hundred miles to ride. | |
I' m goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show. | |
I hope the people are ready there ' cause the boys are all ready to go. | |
Well, I' m a whiskey rockaroller, that' s what I am. | |
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin is all I understand. | |
Yes, I was born a travelin' man and my feet still burn the ground. | |
I don' t care for fancy music if your shoes can' t shuffle around. | |
I got a hundred women or more and there' s no place I call home. | |
The only time I' m satisfied is when I' m on the road, Lord. | |
Well, I' m a whiskey rockaroller, that' s what I am. | |
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand. | |
Sometimes I wonder where will we go. | |
Lord, don' t you take my whiskey and rock' n' roll. | |
Take me down to Memphis town, bus driver, get me there. | |
I got me a queenie, she got long brown curly hair. | |
She likes to drink Old Granddad and her shoes do shuffle around | |
and every time I see that gal, Lord, she wants to take me down. | |
Well, I' m a whiskey rockaroller, that' s what I am. | |
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand. | |
Sometimes I wonder where will we go. | |
Lord, don' t you take my whiskey and rock' n' roll. |
zuò cí : King, Powell, Van Zant | |
I' m headed down a highway, got my suitcase by my side. | |
Blue skies hangin' over my head, I got five hundred miles to ride. | |
I' m goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show. | |
I hope the people are ready there ' cause the boys are all ready to go. | |
Well, I' m a whiskey rockaroller, that' s what I am. | |
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin is all I understand. | |
Yes, I was born a travelin' man and my feet still burn the ground. | |
I don' t care for fancy music if your shoes can' t shuffle around. | |
I got a hundred women or more and there' s no place I call home. | |
The only time I' m satisfied is when I' m on the road, Lord. | |
Well, I' m a whiskey rockaroller, that' s what I am. | |
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand. | |
Sometimes I wonder where will we go. | |
Lord, don' t you take my whiskey and rock' n' roll. | |
Take me down to Memphis town, bus driver, get me there. | |
I got me a queenie, she got long brown curly hair. | |
She likes to drink Old Granddad and her shoes do shuffle around | |
and every time I see that gal, Lord, she wants to take me down. | |
Well, I' m a whiskey rockaroller, that' s what I am. | |
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand. | |
Sometimes I wonder where will we go. | |
Lord, don' t you take my whiskey and rock' n' roll. |