Song | Return Of The Grievous Angel |
Artist | Gram Parsons |
Album | Grievous Angel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gram Parsons | |
Won't you scratch my itch, sweet Annie Rich | |
And welcome me back to town? | |
Come out on your porch or step into your parlor | |
And I'll tell you how it all went down | |
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
And a good saloon in every single town | |
Oh, and I remembered something you once told me | |
And I'll be damned if it did not come true | |
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
And they all led me straight back home to you | |
'Cause I headed West to grow up with the country | |
Across those prairies with the waves of grain | |
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
We flew straight across that river bridge last night half-past two | |
Switchman waved his lantern goodbye and good-day | |
As we went rolling through | |
Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel | |
Now I know just what I have to do | |
And the man on the radio won't leave me alone | |
He wants to take my money for something | |
That I've never been shown | |
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
The news I could bring, I met up with the king | |
On his head, an amphetamine crown | |
Talked about unbuckling that old Bible belt | |
Lighted out for some desert town | |
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
And a good saloon in every single town | |
Oh, but I remembered something you once told me | |
And I'll be damned if it did not come true | |
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
And they all lead me straight back home to you |
zuo qu : Gram Parsons | |
Won' t you scratch my itch, sweet Annie Rich | |
And welcome me back to town? | |
Come out on your porch or step into your parlor | |
And I' ll tell you how it all went down | |
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
And a good saloon in every single town | |
Oh, and I remembered something you once told me | |
And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
And they all led me straight back home to you | |
' Cause I headed West to grow up with the country | |
Across those prairies with the waves of grain | |
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
We flew straight across that river bridge last night halfpast two | |
Switchman waved his lantern goodbye and goodday | |
As we went rolling through | |
Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel | |
Now I know just what I have to do | |
And the man on the radio won' t leave me alone | |
He wants to take my money for something | |
That I' ve never been shown | |
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
The news I could bring, I met up with the king | |
On his head, an amphetamine crown | |
Talked about unbuckling that old Bible belt | |
Lighted out for some desert town | |
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
And a good saloon in every single town | |
Oh, but I remembered something you once told me | |
And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
And they all lead me straight back home to you |
zuò qǔ : Gram Parsons | |
Won' t you scratch my itch, sweet Annie Rich | |
And welcome me back to town? | |
Come out on your porch or step into your parlor | |
And I' ll tell you how it all went down | |
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
And a good saloon in every single town | |
Oh, and I remembered something you once told me | |
And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
And they all led me straight back home to you | |
' Cause I headed West to grow up with the country | |
Across those prairies with the waves of grain | |
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
We flew straight across that river bridge last night halfpast two | |
Switchman waved his lantern goodbye and goodday | |
As we went rolling through | |
Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel | |
Now I know just what I have to do | |
And the man on the radio won' t leave me alone | |
He wants to take my money for something | |
That I' ve never been shown | |
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
The news I could bring, I met up with the king | |
On his head, an amphetamine crown | |
Talked about unbuckling that old Bible belt | |
Lighted out for some desert town | |
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
And a good saloon in every single town | |
Oh, but I remembered something you once told me | |
And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
And they all lead me straight back home to you |