Song | Tell Me Something Bad About Tulsa |
Artist | George Strait |
Album | Honkytonkville |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lane | |
Love is so beautiful | |
When everything is fine | |
But when it is like hers and mine | |
And lives and dies at least ten thousand times. | |
Chorus: | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
How those old oil wells smell in the wind | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
So I won't have to go back, believing I belong there again. | |
Eyes as blue as Tulsa skies | |
I kept getting lost in when I met her | |
Hair like Oklahoma sand | |
I could run my hands through forever | |
But all good things must end | |
All rivers have to bend | |
I keep running | |
But she keeps pulling me back in. | |
Chorus: | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
How those old oil wells smell in the wind | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
So I won't have to go back, believing I belong there again. | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
So I won't have to go back, believing I belong there again... |
zuo ci : Lane | |
Love is so beautiful | |
When everything is fine | |
But when it is like hers and mine | |
And lives and dies at least ten thousand times. | |
Chorus: | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
How those old oil wells smell in the wind | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
So I won' t have to go back, believing I belong there again. | |
Eyes as blue as Tulsa skies | |
I kept getting lost in when I met her | |
Hair like Oklahoma sand | |
I could run my hands through forever | |
But all good things must end | |
All rivers have to bend | |
I keep running | |
But she keeps pulling me back in. | |
Chorus: | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
How those old oil wells smell in the wind | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
So I won' t have to go back, believing I belong there again. | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
So I won' t have to go back, believing I belong there again... |
zuò cí : Lane | |
Love is so beautiful | |
When everything is fine | |
But when it is like hers and mine | |
And lives and dies at least ten thousand times. | |
Chorus: | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
How those old oil wells smell in the wind | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
So I won' t have to go back, believing I belong there again. | |
Eyes as blue as Tulsa skies | |
I kept getting lost in when I met her | |
Hair like Oklahoma sand | |
I could run my hands through forever | |
But all good things must end | |
All rivers have to bend | |
I keep running | |
But she keeps pulling me back in. | |
Chorus: | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
How those old oil wells smell in the wind | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
So I won' t have to go back, believing I belong there again. | |
Tell me something bad about Tulsa | |
So I won' t have to go back, believing I belong there again... |