Song | This Property Is Condemned |
Artist | Maria McKee |
Album | Maria McKee |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brody, McKee, Sugg, Sutton | |
Twenty-seventh wagon full of cotton | |
Was parked outside my chicken shack door | |
I kept my crib covered up in satin | |
In case my baby came around for more | |
Now I feel, Daddy, somethin's not the same | |
'Cause there's weeds, and there's rust | |
And the roof won't hold the rain | |
Chorus: | |
I remember better days | |
Lace in every window | |
And roses 'round the gate | |
Now they've chased away all my friends | |
And they've locked me out | |
And hung a sign on the fence | |
That says this property is condemned | |
Take me down to the Viex Carre | |
Where a little girl can get a bed or a bit | |
If you should see me | |
Coughin' round the corner | |
Won't you mix in a little sugar | |
With my tonic tonight | |
I can feel like I'm part of the parade | |
'Cause I feel like there's bourbon | |
Slappin' around in my veins | |
I remember better days... | |
I got a new tiara, Daddy | |
Take me to the Mardi Gras | |
Buy me cotton candy, dress me up in flowers | |
Let me be your "baby doll" | |
We can ditch that social worker | |
In and out the swingin' doors on Tchoupitoulas Street | |
You may call me jailbait | |
But I ain't too little to take the heat | |
I can feel phantoms blowin' through my brain | |
And I feel, like I need someone to make 'em go away | |
I remember better days... |
zuo ci : Brody, McKee, Sugg, Sutton | |
Twentyseventh wagon full of cotton | |
Was parked outside my chicken shack door | |
I kept my crib covered up in satin | |
In case my baby came around for more | |
Now I feel, Daddy, somethin' s not the same | |
' Cause there' s weeds, and there' s rust | |
And the roof won' t hold the rain | |
Chorus: | |
I remember better days | |
Lace in every window | |
And roses ' round the gate | |
Now they' ve chased away all my friends | |
And they' ve locked me out | |
And hung a sign on the fence | |
That says this property is condemned | |
Take me down to the Viex Carre | |
Where a little girl can get a bed or a bit | |
If you should see me | |
Coughin' round the corner | |
Won' t you mix in a little sugar | |
With my tonic tonight | |
I can feel like I' m part of the parade | |
' Cause I feel like there' s bourbon | |
Slappin' around in my veins | |
I remember better days... | |
I got a new tiara, Daddy | |
Take me to the Mardi Gras | |
Buy me cotton candy, dress me up in flowers | |
Let me be your " baby doll" | |
We can ditch that social worker | |
In and out the swingin' doors on Tchoupitoulas Street | |
You may call me jailbait | |
But I ain' t too little to take the heat | |
I can feel phantoms blowin' through my brain | |
And I feel, like I need someone to make ' em go away | |
I remember better days... |
zuò cí : Brody, McKee, Sugg, Sutton | |
Twentyseventh wagon full of cotton | |
Was parked outside my chicken shack door | |
I kept my crib covered up in satin | |
In case my baby came around for more | |
Now I feel, Daddy, somethin' s not the same | |
' Cause there' s weeds, and there' s rust | |
And the roof won' t hold the rain | |
Chorus: | |
I remember better days | |
Lace in every window | |
And roses ' round the gate | |
Now they' ve chased away all my friends | |
And they' ve locked me out | |
And hung a sign on the fence | |
That says this property is condemned | |
Take me down to the Viex Carre | |
Where a little girl can get a bed or a bit | |
If you should see me | |
Coughin' round the corner | |
Won' t you mix in a little sugar | |
With my tonic tonight | |
I can feel like I' m part of the parade | |
' Cause I feel like there' s bourbon | |
Slappin' around in my veins | |
I remember better days... | |
I got a new tiara, Daddy | |
Take me to the Mardi Gras | |
Buy me cotton candy, dress me up in flowers | |
Let me be your " baby doll" | |
We can ditch that social worker | |
In and out the swingin' doors on Tchoupitoulas Street | |
You may call me jailbait | |
But I ain' t too little to take the heat | |
I can feel phantoms blowin' through my brain | |
And I feel, like I need someone to make ' em go away | |
I remember better days... |