Song | I Gotta Grow Up |
Artist | Billy Bob Thornton |
Album | Beautiful Door |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Davis, Thornton | |
I was following a girl, a Canadian girl | |
On a great American trip | |
She was thumping the bass in an improv group | |
On their way to being hip | |
After a few nights on the bus | |
While we stopped to get some fuel | |
Her head got small and her rage got big | |
And she challenged me to a duel | |
In a truck stop there on the aisle | |
Where they sell those dayglo hats | |
I took up with a girl who had | |
Eyes like an alley cat | |
She took me home, it was her husband's home | |
Before that awful factory fire | |
But the dead man came around that night | |
And proved the alley cat a liar | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up | |
I moved out to the coast, the western coast | |
And met an eastern girl | |
She was a big shot in the picture biz | |
She wore black clothes and pearls | |
She loved what happened behind closed doors | |
Then she locked me out in the cold | |
And said guys like me are something called a genre | |
That's getting really old | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up |
zuo qu : Davis, Thornton | |
I was following a girl, a Canadian girl | |
On a great American trip | |
She was thumping the bass in an improv group | |
On their way to being hip | |
After a few nights on the bus | |
While we stopped to get some fuel | |
Her head got small and her rage got big | |
And she challenged me to a duel | |
In a truck stop there on the aisle | |
Where they sell those dayglo hats | |
I took up with a girl who had | |
Eyes like an alley cat | |
She took me home, it was her husband' s home | |
Before that awful factory fire | |
But the dead man came around that night | |
And proved the alley cat a liar | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up | |
I moved out to the coast, the western coast | |
And met an eastern girl | |
She was a big shot in the picture biz | |
She wore black clothes and pearls | |
She loved what happened behind closed doors | |
Then she locked me out in the cold | |
And said guys like me are something called a genre | |
That' s getting really old | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up |
zuò qǔ : Davis, Thornton | |
I was following a girl, a Canadian girl | |
On a great American trip | |
She was thumping the bass in an improv group | |
On their way to being hip | |
After a few nights on the bus | |
While we stopped to get some fuel | |
Her head got small and her rage got big | |
And she challenged me to a duel | |
In a truck stop there on the aisle | |
Where they sell those dayglo hats | |
I took up with a girl who had | |
Eyes like an alley cat | |
She took me home, it was her husband' s home | |
Before that awful factory fire | |
But the dead man came around that night | |
And proved the alley cat a liar | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up | |
I moved out to the coast, the western coast | |
And met an eastern girl | |
She was a big shot in the picture biz | |
She wore black clothes and pearls | |
She loved what happened behind closed doors | |
Then she locked me out in the cold | |
And said guys like me are something called a genre | |
That' s getting really old | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up |