Song | Alabama Sky |
Artist | Alabama |
Album | Closer You Get |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Shell | |
Lyrics:Larry Shell Music:Larry Shell | |
I've seen him plow a field of corn all day. | |
That's reality. | |
His overalls are black with dirt, but his face is still full of dignity. | |
He talks about the waether, and he can tell you when it's gonna rain. | |
Told me 'bout the flood of twenty-nine that washed the crops away. | |
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Underneath that Alabama sky, Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen. | |
Underneath that Alabama sky, I listened to my Grandpa's memories. | |
At times he mentions Grandma, turn his head and wipe away a tear. | |
Sometimes we'd take her picture down and sit and pretend that she's still | |
here. | |
Three girls and two boys he raised on love and simple honesty. | |
And when they fin'lly have to carry him away, they'll take a lot of me. | |
Chorus | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Shell | |
Lyrics: Larry Shell Music: Larry Shell | |
I' ve seen him plow a field of corn all day. | |
That' s reality. | |
His overalls are black with dirt, but his face is still full of dignity. | |
He talks about the waether, and he can tell you when it' s gonna rain. | |
Told me ' bout the flood of twentynine that washed the crops away. | |
Chorus: | |
Underneath that Alabama sky, Grandpa told me ' bout the things he' d seen. | |
Underneath that Alabama sky, I listened to my Grandpa' s memories. | |
At times he mentions Grandma, turn his head and wipe away a tear. | |
Sometimes we' d take her picture down and sit and pretend that she' s still | |
here. | |
Three girls and two boys he raised on love and simple honesty. | |
And when they fin' lly have to carry him away, they' ll take a lot of me. | |
Chorus | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Shell | |
Lyrics: Larry Shell Music: Larry Shell | |
I' ve seen him plow a field of corn all day. | |
That' s reality. | |
His overalls are black with dirt, but his face is still full of dignity. | |
He talks about the waether, and he can tell you when it' s gonna rain. | |
Told me ' bout the flood of twentynine that washed the crops away. | |
Chorus: | |
Underneath that Alabama sky, Grandpa told me ' bout the things he' d seen. | |
Underneath that Alabama sky, I listened to my Grandpa' s memories. | |
At times he mentions Grandma, turn his head and wipe away a tear. | |
Sometimes we' d take her picture down and sit and pretend that she' s still | |
here. | |
Three girls and two boys he raised on love and simple honesty. | |
And when they fin' lly have to carry him away, they' ll take a lot of me. | |
Chorus | |
Chorus |