Song | Brooklyn Kid - Live |
Artist | Cross Canadian Ragweed |
Album | Back To Tulsa: Live And Loud At Cain's Ballroom |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Canada | |
Well I gotta friend that lives south of town | |
Loves to sit and burn one down | |
Spin some vinyl on his stereo | |
Every now and then he speaks of war | |
One tour of duty on a foreign shore | |
Fightin' for his way home | |
Fightin' for his way home | |
Returnin' home to his native land | |
Left New York for Texas man | |
Quieter times were in his cards | |
He met a girl she met a man | |
Dropped to his knees and he took her hand | |
A simple life ain't that hard | |
No, a simple life ain't all that hard | |
A new generation on the ground | |
Nothin' in the world could bring him down | |
Flyin' like he had wings | |
Several years came and went | |
Not one of them was poorly spent | |
A good man's life he was chiselin' | |
Yeah, a good man's life he was chiselin' | |
Reflecting on the Viet-Cong | |
Uncle John's Band and a Dylan song | |
Smellin' like it's supper time | |
You know it brought a tear to his eye | |
The day that Jerry Garcia died | |
He said he was the genius of his time | |
Yeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of Mine | |
Don't try to find it | |
Make the time | |
A couple of joints and a bottle of wine | |
You'll be glad that you did | |
With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round | |
Kick your feet back and be astound | |
By the life of the Brooklyn kid |
zuo qu : Canada | |
Well I gotta friend that lives south of town | |
Loves to sit and burn one down | |
Spin some vinyl on his stereo | |
Every now and then he speaks of war | |
One tour of duty on a foreign shore | |
Fightin' for his way home | |
Fightin' for his way home | |
Returnin' home to his native land | |
Left New York for Texas man | |
Quieter times were in his cards | |
He met a girl she met a man | |
Dropped to his knees and he took her hand | |
A simple life ain' t that hard | |
No, a simple life ain' t all that hard | |
A new generation on the ground | |
Nothin' in the world could bring him down | |
Flyin' like he had wings | |
Several years came and went | |
Not one of them was poorly spent | |
A good man' s life he was chiselin' | |
Yeah, a good man' s life he was chiselin' | |
Reflecting on the VietCong | |
Uncle John' s Band and a Dylan song | |
Smellin' like it' s supper time | |
You know it brought a tear to his eye | |
The day that Jerry Garcia died | |
He said he was the genius of his time | |
Yeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of Mine | |
Don' t try to find it | |
Make the time | |
A couple of joints and a bottle of wine | |
You' ll be glad that you did | |
With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round | |
Kick your feet back and be astound | |
By the life of the Brooklyn kid |
zuò qǔ : Canada | |
Well I gotta friend that lives south of town | |
Loves to sit and burn one down | |
Spin some vinyl on his stereo | |
Every now and then he speaks of war | |
One tour of duty on a foreign shore | |
Fightin' for his way home | |
Fightin' for his way home | |
Returnin' home to his native land | |
Left New York for Texas man | |
Quieter times were in his cards | |
He met a girl she met a man | |
Dropped to his knees and he took her hand | |
A simple life ain' t that hard | |
No, a simple life ain' t all that hard | |
A new generation on the ground | |
Nothin' in the world could bring him down | |
Flyin' like he had wings | |
Several years came and went | |
Not one of them was poorly spent | |
A good man' s life he was chiselin' | |
Yeah, a good man' s life he was chiselin' | |
Reflecting on the VietCong | |
Uncle John' s Band and a Dylan song | |
Smellin' like it' s supper time | |
You know it brought a tear to his eye | |
The day that Jerry Garcia died | |
He said he was the genius of his time | |
Yeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of Mine | |
Don' t try to find it | |
Make the time | |
A couple of joints and a bottle of wine | |
You' ll be glad that you did | |
With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round | |
Kick your feet back and be astound | |
By the life of the Brooklyn kid |