Song | Blue Valley Songbird |
Artist | Dolly Parton |
Album | The Collection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Parton | |
She was born in a place called blue valley | |
At the foot of the tennessee hills | |
With the blue birds and blue bells | |
And blue mountain water | |
And the sound of the blue whippoorwill | |
But there was no peace in the valley | |
Her daddy, a cruel, ruthless man | |
Used and abused her mind and her body | |
So her mama said run while you can | |
So at fifteen she took to the highway | |
Belongings and guitar in hand | |
And she buried herself in her music | |
The one thing she did understand | |
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet | |
Her voice has that high, lonesome sound | |
She hurts, and her songs are the best way to show it | |
So the blue valley songbird keeps traveling around | |
She hopes someday she will make it | |
And everyone says that she will | |
When she comes to town, crowds flock around | |
To see the girl from the tennessee hills | |
She writes her letter back home to her mama | |
In care of the preacher in town | |
They're sacred to her so she reads them at church | |
And so her daddy cannot track her down | |
And she sings like a bird and she cries like a baby | |
Whenever she turns off the lights | |
She's a whole lot lonesome and a little bit crazy | |
From mem'ries and miseries and dreams gone awry | |
Blue dress, blue shoes, a blue cadillac | |
A band dressed in blue by her side | |
Instruments tied to the top and the back | |
'cause the blue valley songbird is singing tonight | |
One nighters, honky tonks, years flying by | |
She never made it, but lord knows she tries | |
Expressing the feelings she holds inside | |
And the blue valley songbird is singing tonight | |
Oh the blue valley songbird is singing tonight | |
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet |
zuo ci : Parton | |
She was born in a place called blue valley | |
At the foot of the tennessee hills | |
With the blue birds and blue bells | |
And blue mountain water | |
And the sound of the blue whippoorwill | |
But there was no peace in the valley | |
Her daddy, a cruel, ruthless man | |
Used and abused her mind and her body | |
So her mama said run while you can | |
So at fifteen she took to the highway | |
Belongings and guitar in hand | |
And she buried herself in her music | |
The one thing she did understand | |
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet | |
Her voice has that high, lonesome sound | |
She hurts, and her songs are the best way to show it | |
So the blue valley songbird keeps traveling around | |
She hopes someday she will make it | |
And everyone says that she will | |
When she comes to town, crowds flock around | |
To see the girl from the tennessee hills | |
She writes her letter back home to her mama | |
In care of the preacher in town | |
They' re sacred to her so she reads them at church | |
And so her daddy cannot track her down | |
And she sings like a bird and she cries like a baby | |
Whenever she turns off the lights | |
She' s a whole lot lonesome and a little bit crazy | |
From mem' ries and miseries and dreams gone awry | |
Blue dress, blue shoes, a blue cadillac | |
A band dressed in blue by her side | |
Instruments tied to the top and the back | |
' cause the blue valley songbird is singing tonight | |
One nighters, honky tonks, years flying by | |
She never made it, but lord knows she tries | |
Expressing the feelings she holds inside | |
And the blue valley songbird is singing tonight | |
Oh the blue valley songbird is singing tonight | |
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet |
zuò cí : Parton | |
She was born in a place called blue valley | |
At the foot of the tennessee hills | |
With the blue birds and blue bells | |
And blue mountain water | |
And the sound of the blue whippoorwill | |
But there was no peace in the valley | |
Her daddy, a cruel, ruthless man | |
Used and abused her mind and her body | |
So her mama said run while you can | |
So at fifteen she took to the highway | |
Belongings and guitar in hand | |
And she buried herself in her music | |
The one thing she did understand | |
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet | |
Her voice has that high, lonesome sound | |
She hurts, and her songs are the best way to show it | |
So the blue valley songbird keeps traveling around | |
She hopes someday she will make it | |
And everyone says that she will | |
When she comes to town, crowds flock around | |
To see the girl from the tennessee hills | |
She writes her letter back home to her mama | |
In care of the preacher in town | |
They' re sacred to her so she reads them at church | |
And so her daddy cannot track her down | |
And she sings like a bird and she cries like a baby | |
Whenever she turns off the lights | |
She' s a whole lot lonesome and a little bit crazy | |
From mem' ries and miseries and dreams gone awry | |
Blue dress, blue shoes, a blue cadillac | |
A band dressed in blue by her side | |
Instruments tied to the top and the back | |
' cause the blue valley songbird is singing tonight | |
One nighters, honky tonks, years flying by | |
She never made it, but lord knows she tries | |
Expressing the feelings she holds inside | |
And the blue valley songbird is singing tonight | |
Oh the blue valley songbird is singing tonight | |
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet |