作词 : Lowery | |
Intro: | |
Dm-a7-dm (ending:dm-dm7-dm6-bbmaj7-a-a7-dm) | |
Okay 1 2 3 2 2 | |
Dm baby don't you drive around with a7 dr. bernice. | |
She's not a lady doctor at dm all. | |
She's got hands like a man. | |
With a7 hair on the back. | |
She'll crush you with her em-dm-brace. | |
Though the f wind may c whisper and f moan some-a-times | |
We dm all need a gm kind place a7 to dm live. | |
Though the f wind may c whisper and f howl at your a door | |
We dm all need the gm comfort a7 of dm friends. | |
Baby don't you drive around with dr. bernice. | |
That ain't a real cadillac. | |
It's a delta 88 spray painted black | |
With fake leather seats from warren's | |
Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes | |
On a hot desert night it is still. | |
Though the world may whisper and howl at your door | |
You're not obliged to let them all in. | |
Okay johnny. | |
Dm-a7-dm | |
Dm-a7-dm | |
F-c-f-a-dm-gm-a7-dm | |
F-c-f-a-dm-gm-a7-dm | |
Baby don't you drive ride in that faux cadillac | |
If you must please ride in the back. | |
If you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonight. | |
Spare this poor sailor's life from the rocks. | |
Though the wind may whisper a melody now. | |
We can't find a tune of our own. | |
Though the world may whisper and blow in your face | |
And tangle the hair on your head. | |
On a hot desert night we can drive down the road | |
And the stars will spell out your name. | |
On a hot desert night with the windows down wide. | |
The sirens will sing me their song. | |
And the ghosts of the sailors who died on the rocks | |
Feel not a twitch of regret. | |
Though the wind may tangle the hair on your head. | |
You sing like a siren to me. | |
On a hot desert night, the caravan stops | |
At the oasis next to your heart. | |
The soundtrack is played by some aged british queen | |
On bbc radio one. | |
Though the wind my whisper and epic sometime | |
The cast must include karen black. | |
Though the symphony strings shifts with the sand. | |
You sing like a siren to me. | |
You gm sing like a a7 siren to dm me | |
You gm sing like a a7 siren to dm me dm7-dm6-bbmaj7-a-a7-dm |
zuo ci : Lowery | |
Intro: | |
Dma7dm ending: dmdm7dm6bbmaj7aa7dm | |
Okay 1 2 3 2 2 | |
Dm baby don' t you drive around with a7 dr. bernice. | |
She' s not a lady doctor at dm all. | |
She' s got hands like a man. | |
With a7 hair on the back. | |
She' ll crush you with her emdmbrace. | |
Though the f wind may c whisper and f moan someatimes | |
We dm all need a gm kind place a7 to dm live. | |
Though the f wind may c whisper and f howl at your a door | |
We dm all need the gm comfort a7 of dm friends. | |
Baby don' t you drive around with dr. bernice. | |
That ain' t a real cadillac. | |
It' s a delta 88 spray painted black | |
With fake leather seats from warren' s | |
Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes | |
On a hot desert night it is still. | |
Though the world may whisper and howl at your door | |
You' re not obliged to let them all in. | |
Okay johnny. | |
Dma7dm | |
Dma7dm | |
Fcfadmgma7dm | |
Fcfadmgma7dm | |
Baby don' t you drive ride in that faux cadillac | |
If you must please ride in the back. | |
If you sing while you ride you' ll be a siren tonight. | |
Spare this poor sailor' s life from the rocks. | |
Though the wind may whisper a melody now. | |
We can' t find a tune of our own. | |
Though the world may whisper and blow in your face | |
And tangle the hair on your head. | |
On a hot desert night we can drive down the road | |
And the stars will spell out your name. | |
On a hot desert night with the windows down wide. | |
The sirens will sing me their song. | |
And the ghosts of the sailors who died on the rocks | |
Feel not a twitch of regret. | |
Though the wind may tangle the hair on your head. | |
You sing like a siren to me. | |
On a hot desert night, the caravan stops | |
At the oasis next to your heart. | |
The soundtrack is played by some aged british queen | |
On bbc radio one. | |
Though the wind my whisper and epic sometime | |
The cast must include karen black. | |
Though the symphony strings shifts with the sand. | |
You sing like a siren to me. | |
You gm sing like a a7 siren to dm me | |
You gm sing like a a7 siren to dm me dm7dm6bbmaj7aa7dm |
zuò cí : Lowery | |
Intro: | |
Dma7dm ending: dmdm7dm6bbmaj7aa7dm | |
Okay 1 2 3 2 2 | |
Dm baby don' t you drive around with a7 dr. bernice. | |
She' s not a lady doctor at dm all. | |
She' s got hands like a man. | |
With a7 hair on the back. | |
She' ll crush you with her emdmbrace. | |
Though the f wind may c whisper and f moan someatimes | |
We dm all need a gm kind place a7 to dm live. | |
Though the f wind may c whisper and f howl at your a door | |
We dm all need the gm comfort a7 of dm friends. | |
Baby don' t you drive around with dr. bernice. | |
That ain' t a real cadillac. | |
It' s a delta 88 spray painted black | |
With fake leather seats from warren' s | |
Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes | |
On a hot desert night it is still. | |
Though the world may whisper and howl at your door | |
You' re not obliged to let them all in. | |
Okay johnny. | |
Dma7dm | |
Dma7dm | |
Fcfadmgma7dm | |
Fcfadmgma7dm | |
Baby don' t you drive ride in that faux cadillac | |
If you must please ride in the back. | |
If you sing while you ride you' ll be a siren tonight. | |
Spare this poor sailor' s life from the rocks. | |
Though the wind may whisper a melody now. | |
We can' t find a tune of our own. | |
Though the world may whisper and blow in your face | |
And tangle the hair on your head. | |
On a hot desert night we can drive down the road | |
And the stars will spell out your name. | |
On a hot desert night with the windows down wide. | |
The sirens will sing me their song. | |
And the ghosts of the sailors who died on the rocks | |
Feel not a twitch of regret. | |
Though the wind may tangle the hair on your head. | |
You sing like a siren to me. | |
On a hot desert night, the caravan stops | |
At the oasis next to your heart. | |
The soundtrack is played by some aged british queen | |
On bbc radio one. | |
Though the wind my whisper and epic sometime | |
The cast must include karen black. | |
Though the symphony strings shifts with the sand. | |
You sing like a siren to me. | |
You gm sing like a a7 siren to dm me | |
You gm sing like a a7 siren to dm me dm7dm6bbmaj7aa7dm |