Song | Blind Since Birth |
Artist | Mark Selby |
Album | More Storms Comin' |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Selby, Sillers | |
Old man sittin' on the dock | |
Frettin' that National Steel | |
Got his feet in the water | |
Hands on the metal | |
Playin' it all by feel | |
He's got nothin' but time | |
And the changin' tide | |
The pull of the moon and the spinnin' of the earth | |
Blind since birth | |
Old man sittin' on a crate | |
With an amped-up Silvertone | |
When he reaches for | |
That bottle-neck slide | |
Makes you shiver and moan | |
Blue notes float | |
Like puffs of smoke | |
He pulls another Lucky | |
From the pocket of his shirt | |
Blind since birth | |
At the state-run school | |
Eight years old | |
A cheap six-string | |
So the story goes... | |
Old man sittin' in the dark | |
Frettin' that National Steel | |
Got his feet on the floor | |
Hands on the metal | |
Playin' it all by feel | |
Blue notes cry | |
Scream and sigh | |
'Til his fingers bleed | |
And his back-bone hurts | |
Blind since birth |
zuo qu : Selby, Sillers | |
Old man sittin' on the dock | |
Frettin' that National Steel | |
Got his feet in the water | |
Hands on the metal | |
Playin' it all by feel | |
He' s got nothin' but time | |
And the changin' tide | |
The pull of the moon and the spinnin' of the earth | |
Blind since birth | |
Old man sittin' on a crate | |
With an ampedup Silvertone | |
When he reaches for | |
That bottleneck slide | |
Makes you shiver and moan | |
Blue notes float | |
Like puffs of smoke | |
He pulls another Lucky | |
From the pocket of his shirt | |
Blind since birth | |
At the staterun school | |
Eight years old | |
A cheap sixstring | |
So the story goes... | |
Old man sittin' in the dark | |
Frettin' that National Steel | |
Got his feet on the floor | |
Hands on the metal | |
Playin' it all by feel | |
Blue notes cry | |
Scream and sigh | |
' Til his fingers bleed | |
And his backbone hurts | |
Blind since birth |
zuò qǔ : Selby, Sillers | |
Old man sittin' on the dock | |
Frettin' that National Steel | |
Got his feet in the water | |
Hands on the metal | |
Playin' it all by feel | |
He' s got nothin' but time | |
And the changin' tide | |
The pull of the moon and the spinnin' of the earth | |
Blind since birth | |
Old man sittin' on a crate | |
With an ampedup Silvertone | |
When he reaches for | |
That bottleneck slide | |
Makes you shiver and moan | |
Blue notes float | |
Like puffs of smoke | |
He pulls another Lucky | |
From the pocket of his shirt | |
Blind since birth | |
At the staterun school | |
Eight years old | |
A cheap sixstring | |
So the story goes... | |
Old man sittin' in the dark | |
Frettin' that National Steel | |
Got his feet on the floor | |
Hands on the metal | |
Playin' it all by feel | |
Blue notes cry | |
Scream and sigh | |
' Til his fingers bleed | |
And his backbone hurts | |
Blind since birth |