Days Are Short Lyrics
| Song | Days Are Short |
| Artist | Arlo Guthrie |
| Album | Hobo's Lullaby (remastered 2004) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Guthrie | |
| by Arlo Guthrie | |
| Days are short, and | |
| I ain't down | |
| The sun is on the hill | |
| Looking in my suitcase for a friend | |
| The door was opened wide | |
| You know I lost a little pride | |
| And inside it was just another man | |
| CHORUS: Every day another man reaches out his hand | |
| Every moment there's a shifting in the sand | |
| Every whisper in the wind | |
| Brings a good man back again | |
| Settle me down in my dreams tonight | |
| Tomorrow's another day to blow my blues away | |
| Lots of folks will tell you that | |
| A man can go thru' life | |
| Taking what he wants along the way | |
| But until all men are freed | |
| Each one gets but what he needs | |
| The experience of living every day | |
| CHORUS I woke up this morning | |
| I awoke upon my knees | |
| Crying oo-wee, | |
| I don't know where | |
| I am I feel just like a clown | |
| Every time | |
| I move around | |
| Because, after all, | |
| I'm just another man |
| zuo ci : Guthrie | |
| by Arlo Guthrie | |
| Days are short, and | |
| I ain' t down | |
| The sun is on the hill | |
| Looking in my suitcase for a friend | |
| The door was opened wide | |
| You know I lost a little pride | |
| And inside it was just another man | |
| CHORUS: Every day another man reaches out his hand | |
| Every moment there' s a shifting in the sand | |
| Every whisper in the wind | |
| Brings a good man back again | |
| Settle me down in my dreams tonight | |
| Tomorrow' s another day to blow my blues away | |
| Lots of folks will tell you that | |
| A man can go thru' life | |
| Taking what he wants along the way | |
| But until all men are freed | |
| Each one gets but what he needs | |
| The experience of living every day | |
| CHORUS I woke up this morning | |
| I awoke upon my knees | |
| Crying oowee, | |
| I don' t know where | |
| I am I feel just like a clown | |
| Every time | |
| I move around | |
| Because, after all, | |
| I' m just another man |
| zuò cí : Guthrie | |
| by Arlo Guthrie | |
| Days are short, and | |
| I ain' t down | |
| The sun is on the hill | |
| Looking in my suitcase for a friend | |
| The door was opened wide | |
| You know I lost a little pride | |
| And inside it was just another man | |
| CHORUS: Every day another man reaches out his hand | |
| Every moment there' s a shifting in the sand | |
| Every whisper in the wind | |
| Brings a good man back again | |
| Settle me down in my dreams tonight | |
| Tomorrow' s another day to blow my blues away | |
| Lots of folks will tell you that | |
| A man can go thru' life | |
| Taking what he wants along the way | |
| But until all men are freed | |
| Each one gets but what he needs | |
| The experience of living every day | |
| CHORUS I woke up this morning | |
| I awoke upon my knees | |
| Crying oowee, | |
| I don' t know where | |
| I am I feel just like a clown | |
| Every time | |
| I move around | |
| Because, after all, | |
| I' m just another man |
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