Song | Coal Country |
Artist | Charles Wesley Godwin |
Album | Seneca |
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[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Charles Wesley Godwin |
[00:22] | I'm going down to Charleston |
[00:28] | Through the shadow of the mountain this road winds |
[00:35] | Through closed-up towns, forgotten dreams, and welcome signs |
[00:39] | Fading far behind |
[00:46] | Coal Country |
[00:52] | I'm thankful for the sun to die |
[00:58] | Didn't back down from a Federal fight |
[01:02] | Where the lead lies still and the smoke still rises |
[01:07] | On the Blair mountainside |
[01:13] | Coal Country |
[01:19] | It put a roof over my head |
[01:25] | And the armor on the tanks in Normandy |
[01:30] | The lights shone bright in the hands of its care |
[01:36] | From the western skies to Washington, D.C |
[01:41] | Now it lies broken, high, and cold |
[01:48] | In its grave of Appalachian stone |
[01:57] | Coal Country |
[02:20] | Now we don't need tokens to a company store |
[02:25] | That's what government stamps and codeine's for |
[02:30] | We may have won a few battles but we lost the war |
[02:34] | Now we're slaves and poor |
[02:40] | Coal Country |
[02:46] | It put a roof over my head |
[02:52] | And the armor on the tanks in Normandy |
[02:58] | The lights shone bright in the hands of its care |
[03:05] | From the western skies to Washington, D.C |
[03:09] | Now it lies broken, high, and cold |
[03:15] | In its grave of Appalachian stone |
[03:24] | Coal Country |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Charles Wesley Godwin |
[00:22] | I' m going down to Charleston |
[00:28] | Through the shadow of the mountain this road winds |
[00:35] | Through closedup towns, forgotten dreams, and welcome signs |
[00:39] | Fading far behind |
[00:46] | Coal Country |
[00:52] | I' m thankful for the sun to die |
[00:58] | Didn' t back down from a Federal fight |
[01:02] | Where the lead lies still and the smoke still rises |
[01:07] | On the Blair mountainside |
[01:13] | Coal Country |
[01:19] | It put a roof over my head |
[01:25] | And the armor on the tanks in Normandy |
[01:30] | The lights shone bright in the hands of its care |
[01:36] | From the western skies to Washington, D. C |
[01:41] | Now it lies broken, high, and cold |
[01:48] | In its grave of Appalachian stone |
[01:57] | Coal Country |
[02:20] | Now we don' t need tokens to a company store |
[02:25] | That' s what government stamps and codeine' s for |
[02:30] | We may have won a few battles but we lost the war |
[02:34] | Now we' re slaves and poor |
[02:40] | Coal Country |
[02:46] | It put a roof over my head |
[02:52] | And the armor on the tanks in Normandy |
[02:58] | The lights shone bright in the hands of its care |
[03:05] | From the western skies to Washington, D. C |
[03:09] | Now it lies broken, high, and cold |
[03:15] | In its grave of Appalachian stone |
[03:24] | Coal Country |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Charles Wesley Godwin |
[00:22] | I' m going down to Charleston |
[00:28] | Through the shadow of the mountain this road winds |
[00:35] | Through closedup towns, forgotten dreams, and welcome signs |
[00:39] | Fading far behind |
[00:46] | Coal Country |
[00:52] | I' m thankful for the sun to die |
[00:58] | Didn' t back down from a Federal fight |
[01:02] | Where the lead lies still and the smoke still rises |
[01:07] | On the Blair mountainside |
[01:13] | Coal Country |
[01:19] | It put a roof over my head |
[01:25] | And the armor on the tanks in Normandy |
[01:30] | The lights shone bright in the hands of its care |
[01:36] | From the western skies to Washington, D. C |
[01:41] | Now it lies broken, high, and cold |
[01:48] | In its grave of Appalachian stone |
[01:57] | Coal Country |
[02:20] | Now we don' t need tokens to a company store |
[02:25] | That' s what government stamps and codeine' s for |
[02:30] | We may have won a few battles but we lost the war |
[02:34] | Now we' re slaves and poor |
[02:40] | Coal Country |
[02:46] | It put a roof over my head |
[02:52] | And the armor on the tanks in Normandy |
[02:58] | The lights shone bright in the hands of its care |
[03:05] | From the western skies to Washington, D. C |
[03:09] | Now it lies broken, high, and cold |
[03:15] | In its grave of Appalachian stone |
[03:24] | Coal Country |