Song | Highway 62 |
Artist | Eric Burdon |
Album | My secret life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Johnny Lee Schell/Eric Burdon/Tony Braunagel | |
On this day more than any other day | |
Is the time to have a fire | |
He said to himself all that was left | |
Was to give his friend a last goodby | |
He would toss the ashes into the desert wind | |
And fulfill the wish he promised his old friend | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
High contane in this tank and his brain | |
Propelled him through Hollywood | |
Hip cowboy on his black stead | |
Fallen angels praying he could | |
Make it home and live to see 31 | |
On the wrong side of the law | |
Pure seduction always tempted | |
By all the crazy things he saw | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
You know they're all crazy but they do have faith | |
And faith cures all ills | |
The gal with the glass eye behind the bar | |
Slipped him some methydrine pills | |
If I crash and burn just bury me | |
With my hog by my side | |
I'm tired of living I guess I'm ready | |
To take that long last ride | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
It happened one night in a cold desert breeze | |
The grinding of metal the spinning of wheels | |
The way all great legends go | |
Before sun up she took a pick up truck | |
And a backhoe to dig his grave | |
A match to the flame and all that remains | |
Is a blackened stain | |
All the foot of Joshua Tree | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 |
zuo qu : Johnny Lee Schell Eric Burdon Tony Braunagel | |
On this day more than any other day | |
Is the time to have a fire | |
He said to himself all that was left | |
Was to give his friend a last goodby | |
He would toss the ashes into the desert wind | |
And fulfill the wish he promised his old friend | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
High contane in this tank and his brain | |
Propelled him through Hollywood | |
Hip cowboy on his black stead | |
Fallen angels praying he could | |
Make it home and live to see 31 | |
On the wrong side of the law | |
Pure seduction always tempted | |
By all the crazy things he saw | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
You know they' re all crazy but they do have faith | |
And faith cures all ills | |
The gal with the glass eye behind the bar | |
Slipped him some methydrine pills | |
If I crash and burn just bury me | |
With my hog by my side | |
I' m tired of living I guess I' m ready | |
To take that long last ride | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
It happened one night in a cold desert breeze | |
The grinding of metal the spinning of wheels | |
The way all great legends go | |
Before sun up she took a pick up truck | |
And a backhoe to dig his grave | |
A match to the flame and all that remains | |
Is a blackened stain | |
All the foot of Joshua Tree | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 |
zuò qǔ : Johnny Lee Schell Eric Burdon Tony Braunagel | |
On this day more than any other day | |
Is the time to have a fire | |
He said to himself all that was left | |
Was to give his friend a last goodby | |
He would toss the ashes into the desert wind | |
And fulfill the wish he promised his old friend | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
High contane in this tank and his brain | |
Propelled him through Hollywood | |
Hip cowboy on his black stead | |
Fallen angels praying he could | |
Make it home and live to see 31 | |
On the wrong side of the law | |
Pure seduction always tempted | |
By all the crazy things he saw | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
You know they' re all crazy but they do have faith | |
And faith cures all ills | |
The gal with the glass eye behind the bar | |
Slipped him some methydrine pills | |
If I crash and burn just bury me | |
With my hog by my side | |
I' m tired of living I guess I' m ready | |
To take that long last ride | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 | |
It happened one night in a cold desert breeze | |
The grinding of metal the spinning of wheels | |
The way all great legends go | |
Before sun up she took a pick up truck | |
And a backhoe to dig his grave | |
A match to the flame and all that remains | |
Is a blackened stain | |
All the foot of Joshua Tree | |
Peace at last | |
No more pain | |
Out on Highway 62 |