Song | 72 (This Highway's Mean) |
Artist | Drive-By Truckers |
Album | Southern Rock Opera |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cooley, Drive-By Truckers | |
Don't know why they even bother putting this highway on the map | |
Everybody that's ever been on it knows exactly where they're at | |
Hells on both ends of it | |
And no where's in between | |
This highway's mean | |
Seems like it's always hot down here, no matter when you come | |
It's the kind of heat that holds you like a mama holds her son | |
Tight when he tries to walk, even tighter if he runs | |
It's a mean old dusty highway | |
But it's the only one that'll get you there | |
That'll get you there | |
Mean old highway | |
Stuck to the ground in | |
Mississippi | |
It's the one'll set me free | |
It's the same one that | |
I see Being ripped up off the ground and wrapped around me | |
Don't let it fool you this highway's mean | |
I don't need a map to tell me where | |
I am today | |
This feeling that | |
I have has always led the way | |
Down here, you're running from a broken heart | |
Or to a heart that you have to break on this mean old highway |
zuo qu : Cooley, DriveBy Truckers | |
Don' t know why they even bother putting this highway on the map | |
Everybody that' s ever been on it knows exactly where they' re at | |
Hells on both ends of it | |
And no where' s in between | |
This highway' s mean | |
Seems like it' s always hot down here, no matter when you come | |
It' s the kind of heat that holds you like a mama holds her son | |
Tight when he tries to walk, even tighter if he runs | |
It' s a mean old dusty highway | |
But it' s the only one that' ll get you there | |
That' ll get you there | |
Mean old highway | |
Stuck to the ground in | |
Mississippi | |
It' s the one' ll set me free | |
It' s the same one that | |
I see Being ripped up off the ground and wrapped around me | |
Don' t let it fool you this highway' s mean | |
I don' t need a map to tell me where | |
I am today | |
This feeling that | |
I have has always led the way | |
Down here, you' re running from a broken heart | |
Or to a heart that you have to break on this mean old highway |
zuò qǔ : Cooley, DriveBy Truckers | |
Don' t know why they even bother putting this highway on the map | |
Everybody that' s ever been on it knows exactly where they' re at | |
Hells on both ends of it | |
And no where' s in between | |
This highway' s mean | |
Seems like it' s always hot down here, no matter when you come | |
It' s the kind of heat that holds you like a mama holds her son | |
Tight when he tries to walk, even tighter if he runs | |
It' s a mean old dusty highway | |
But it' s the only one that' ll get you there | |
That' ll get you there | |
Mean old highway | |
Stuck to the ground in | |
Mississippi | |
It' s the one' ll set me free | |
It' s the same one that | |
I see Being ripped up off the ground and wrapped around me | |
Don' t let it fool you this highway' s mean | |
I don' t need a map to tell me where | |
I am today | |
This feeling that | |
I have has always led the way | |
Down here, you' re running from a broken heart | |
Or to a heart that you have to break on this mean old highway |