Song | While The World Goes Down The Drain |
Artist | Montgomery Gentry |
Album | Carrying On |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rushing, Sewell | |
Some kids grow up on mean streets | |
Dealing with the crypts and bloods | |
But me, I was born on a back road | |
In a 4x4 rollin' through the mud | |
The street kid deals with the dealer | |
And he's always watchin' his back | |
Me, I'm a watchin' a line with the woman of mine | |
Down by the creek bank shack | |
Give me a .308 and a shotgun | |
And a gallon of homemade wine | |
Drop me off on a mountain side | |
Where the bear and the deer reside | |
I'll spend my nights sittin' 'round the fire | |
Makin' this guitar ring | |
I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
Just to dwell on life in the city | |
Is makin' my blood run cold' | |
Cause miles and miles of concrete | |
Eats away at the human soul | |
But when you live and you die in the country | |
There's little that your heart could mourn | |
With your hands in the dirt | |
And a little work you can weather out any storm | |
Give me a .308 and a shotgun | |
And a gallon of homemade wine | |
Drop me off on a mountain side | |
Where the bear and the deer reside | |
I spend my nights sittin' 'round the fire | |
Makin' this guitar ring | |
I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
Give me a .308 and a shotgun | |
And a gallon of homemade wine | |
Drop me off on a mountain side | |
Where the bear and the deer reside | |
I spend my nights sittin' 'round the fire | |
Makin' this guitar ring | |
I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
C'mon! |
zuo qu : Rushing, Sewell | |
Some kids grow up on mean streets | |
Dealing with the crypts and bloods | |
But me, I was born on a back road | |
In a 4x4 rollin' through the mud | |
The street kid deals with the dealer | |
And he' s always watchin' his back | |
Me, I' m a watchin' a line with the woman of mine | |
Down by the creek bank shack | |
Give me a . 308 and a shotgun | |
And a gallon of homemade wine | |
Drop me off on a mountain side | |
Where the bear and the deer reside | |
I' ll spend my nights sittin' ' round the fire | |
Makin' this guitar ring | |
I' ll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
Just to dwell on life in the city | |
Is makin' my blood run cold' | |
Cause miles and miles of concrete | |
Eats away at the human soul | |
But when you live and you die in the country | |
There' s little that your heart could mourn | |
With your hands in the dirt | |
And a little work you can weather out any storm | |
Give me a . 308 and a shotgun | |
And a gallon of homemade wine | |
Drop me off on a mountain side | |
Where the bear and the deer reside | |
I spend my nights sittin' ' round the fire | |
Makin' this guitar ring | |
I' ll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
Give me a . 308 and a shotgun | |
And a gallon of homemade wine | |
Drop me off on a mountain side | |
Where the bear and the deer reside | |
I spend my nights sittin' ' round the fire | |
Makin' this guitar ring | |
I' ll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
I' ll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
C' mon! |
zuò qǔ : Rushing, Sewell | |
Some kids grow up on mean streets | |
Dealing with the crypts and bloods | |
But me, I was born on a back road | |
In a 4x4 rollin' through the mud | |
The street kid deals with the dealer | |
And he' s always watchin' his back | |
Me, I' m a watchin' a line with the woman of mine | |
Down by the creek bank shack | |
Give me a . 308 and a shotgun | |
And a gallon of homemade wine | |
Drop me off on a mountain side | |
Where the bear and the deer reside | |
I' ll spend my nights sittin' ' round the fire | |
Makin' this guitar ring | |
I' ll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
Just to dwell on life in the city | |
Is makin' my blood run cold' | |
Cause miles and miles of concrete | |
Eats away at the human soul | |
But when you live and you die in the country | |
There' s little that your heart could mourn | |
With your hands in the dirt | |
And a little work you can weather out any storm | |
Give me a . 308 and a shotgun | |
And a gallon of homemade wine | |
Drop me off on a mountain side | |
Where the bear and the deer reside | |
I spend my nights sittin' ' round the fire | |
Makin' this guitar ring | |
I' ll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
Give me a . 308 and a shotgun | |
And a gallon of homemade wine | |
Drop me off on a mountain side | |
Where the bear and the deer reside | |
I spend my nights sittin' ' round the fire | |
Makin' this guitar ring | |
I' ll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
I' ll be doin' fine underneath the pines | |
While the world goes down the drain | |
C' mon! |