Song | Something To Be Proud Of |
Artist | Montgomery Gentry |
Album | Something To Be Proud Of: Best Of 1999-2005 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Steele, Wallin | |
Lyrics:J.Steele/C.Wallin Music:J.Steele/C.Wallin | |
There's a story that my daddy tells religiously | |
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening | |
In a conversation about the way things used to be | |
Well I'd just roll my eyes and make a bee-line for the door | |
But I'd always wind up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor | |
Hanging on to every word | |
Man, the things I heard | |
It was harder times and longer days | |
Five miles to school, uphill both ways | |
We were cane switch raised, and dirt floor poor | |
'Course that was back before the war | |
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair | |
Flying F-15's through hostile air | |
He went down but they missed me by a hair | |
He'd always stop right there and say... | |
That's something to be proud of | |
That's a life you can hang your hat on | |
That's a chin held high as the tears fall down | |
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out | |
Like a small town flag a-flyin' | |
Or a newborn baby cryin' | |
In the arms of the woman that you love | |
That's something to be proud of | |
So I'm graduatin' college, that was mama's dream | |
But I was on my way to anywhere else when I turned 18 | |
Cuz when you gotta fast car you think you've got everything | |
I learned quick those GTO's don't run on faith | |
I ended up broken down in some town north of L.A. | |
Working maximum hours for minimum wage | |
Well, I fell in love, next thing I know | |
The babies came, the car got slow | |
I sure do miss that old hot rod | |
But you sure save gas in them foreign jobs | |
Dad, I wonder if I ever let you down | |
If you're ashamed how I turned out | |
Well, he lowered his voice, then he raised his brow | |
Said, lemme tell ya right now | |
That's something to be proud of | |
That's a life you can hang your hat on | |
You don't need to make a million | |
Just be thankful to be workin' | |
If you're doing what you're able | |
And putting food there on the table | |
And providing for the family that you love | |
That's something to be proud of | |
And if all you ever really do is the best you can | |
Well, you did it man | |
That's something to be proud of | |
That's a life you can hang your hat on | |
That's a chin held high as the tears fall down | |
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out | |
Like a small town flag a-flyin' | |
Or a newborn baby cryin' | |
In the arms of the woman that you love | |
That's something to be proud of | |
That's something to be proud of | |
Yeah, that's something to be proud of | |
That's something to be proud of | |
Now that's something to be proud of |
zuo qu : Steele, Wallin | |
Lyrics: J. Steele C. Wallin Music: J. Steele C. Wallin | |
There' s a story that my daddy tells religiously | |
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening | |
In a conversation about the way things used to be | |
Well I' d just roll my eyes and make a beeline for the door | |
But I' d always wind up starryeyed, crosslegged on the floor | |
Hanging on to every word | |
Man, the things I heard | |
It was harder times and longer days | |
Five miles to school, uphill both ways | |
We were cane switch raised, and dirt floor poor | |
' Course that was back before the war | |
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair | |
Flying F15' s through hostile air | |
He went down but they missed me by a hair | |
He' d always stop right there and say... | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
That' s a life you can hang your hat on | |
That' s a chin held high as the tears fall down | |
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out | |
Like a small town flag aflyin' | |
Or a newborn baby cryin' | |
In the arms of the woman that you love | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
So I' m graduatin' college, that was mama' s dream | |
But I was on my way to anywhere else when I turned 18 | |
Cuz when you gotta fast car you think you' ve got everything | |
I learned quick those GTO' s don' t run on faith | |
I ended up broken down in some town north of L. A. | |
Working maximum hours for minimum wage | |
Well, I fell in love, next thing I know | |
The babies came, the car got slow | |
I sure do miss that old hot rod | |
But you sure save gas in them foreign jobs | |
Dad, I wonder if I ever let you down | |
If you' re ashamed how I turned out | |
Well, he lowered his voice, then he raised his brow | |
Said, lemme tell ya right now | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
That' s a life you can hang your hat on | |
You don' t need to make a million | |
Just be thankful to be workin' | |
If you' re doing what you' re able | |
And putting food there on the table | |
And providing for the family that you love | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
And if all you ever really do is the best you can | |
Well, you did it man | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
That' s a life you can hang your hat on | |
That' s a chin held high as the tears fall down | |
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out | |
Like a small town flag aflyin' | |
Or a newborn baby cryin' | |
In the arms of the woman that you love | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
Yeah, that' s something to be proud of | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
Now that' s something to be proud of |
zuò qǔ : Steele, Wallin | |
Lyrics: J. Steele C. Wallin Music: J. Steele C. Wallin | |
There' s a story that my daddy tells religiously | |
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening | |
In a conversation about the way things used to be | |
Well I' d just roll my eyes and make a beeline for the door | |
But I' d always wind up starryeyed, crosslegged on the floor | |
Hanging on to every word | |
Man, the things I heard | |
It was harder times and longer days | |
Five miles to school, uphill both ways | |
We were cane switch raised, and dirt floor poor | |
' Course that was back before the war | |
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair | |
Flying F15' s through hostile air | |
He went down but they missed me by a hair | |
He' d always stop right there and say... | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
That' s a life you can hang your hat on | |
That' s a chin held high as the tears fall down | |
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out | |
Like a small town flag aflyin' | |
Or a newborn baby cryin' | |
In the arms of the woman that you love | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
So I' m graduatin' college, that was mama' s dream | |
But I was on my way to anywhere else when I turned 18 | |
Cuz when you gotta fast car you think you' ve got everything | |
I learned quick those GTO' s don' t run on faith | |
I ended up broken down in some town north of L. A. | |
Working maximum hours for minimum wage | |
Well, I fell in love, next thing I know | |
The babies came, the car got slow | |
I sure do miss that old hot rod | |
But you sure save gas in them foreign jobs | |
Dad, I wonder if I ever let you down | |
If you' re ashamed how I turned out | |
Well, he lowered his voice, then he raised his brow | |
Said, lemme tell ya right now | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
That' s a life you can hang your hat on | |
You don' t need to make a million | |
Just be thankful to be workin' | |
If you' re doing what you' re able | |
And putting food there on the table | |
And providing for the family that you love | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
And if all you ever really do is the best you can | |
Well, you did it man | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
That' s a life you can hang your hat on | |
That' s a chin held high as the tears fall down | |
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out | |
Like a small town flag aflyin' | |
Or a newborn baby cryin' | |
In the arms of the woman that you love | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
Yeah, that' s something to be proud of | |
That' s something to be proud of | |
Now that' s something to be proud of |