Song | Threadbare Gypsy Soul |
Artist | Pat Green |
Album | Three Days |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Green | |
Got myself a threadbare gypsy soul, | |
Like to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows. | |
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul, | |
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul. | |
Got a little wild streak in my heart. | |
I guess that | |
I have had it since | |
I heard the music start. | |
I got a little wild streak in my heart, | |
I got a little threadbare gypsy soul. | |
I like to hear the highway sounds, | |
And I don’t think that | |
I’ll ever settle down. | |
I can’t change and it’s a sin, | |
Hope St. Peter gonna let me in: | |
Come on, Pete, won’t you let me in? | |
I wear this cowboy hat upon my head, | |
And you can take it off me some time after | |
I am dead. | |
Got a cowboy hat up on my head, | |
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul. | |
I wear these crusty shoes down on my feet. | |
I could write a book about the places that they’ve seen. | |
I got these crusty shoes down on my feet, | |
I got a little wild streak in my heart. | |
An' I like to hear the highway sounds, | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder if | |
I’ll ever settle down. | |
An' I can’t change an' it’s a sin, | |
I hope St. | |
Peter's gonna let me in: | |
Come on, Pete, won’t you let me in? | |
Instrumental break. | |
An' I know this crazy livin' just ain't right; | |
Most of the time | |
I’m smoking, drinking, looking for a fight. | |
But I’ve been talking to | |
Jesus everyday; | |
Well, I’ve been talking to | |
Jesus every day. | |
An' I got this girl back home | |
I call my wife; | |
If you ever met her | |
I swear she would change your life. | |
She’s got a little wild streak in her heart, | |
But she’s been saying hallelujah everyday. | |
I like to hear the highway sounds, | |
An' I don’t think that | |
I’ll ever settle down. | |
An' I can’t change and it might be a sin. | |
Hope St. Peter gonna let me in: | |
Got my gypsy soul to bury, | |
Amen. Instrumental fade out. |
zuo qu : Green | |
Got myself a threadbare gypsy soul, | |
Like to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows. | |
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul, | |
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul. | |
Got a little wild streak in my heart. | |
I guess that | |
I have had it since | |
I heard the music start. | |
I got a little wild streak in my heart, | |
I got a little threadbare gypsy soul. | |
I like to hear the highway sounds, | |
And I don' t think that | |
I' ll ever settle down. | |
I can' t change and it' s a sin, | |
Hope St. Peter gonna let me in: | |
Come on, Pete, won' t you let me in? | |
I wear this cowboy hat upon my head, | |
And you can take it off me some time after | |
I am dead. | |
Got a cowboy hat up on my head, | |
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul. | |
I wear these crusty shoes down on my feet. | |
I could write a book about the places that they' ve seen. | |
I got these crusty shoes down on my feet, | |
I got a little wild streak in my heart. | |
An' I like to hear the highway sounds, | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder if | |
I' ll ever settle down. | |
An' I can' t change an' it' s a sin, | |
I hope St. | |
Peter' s gonna let me in: | |
Come on, Pete, won' t you let me in? | |
Instrumental break. | |
An' I know this crazy livin' just ain' t right | |
Most of the time | |
I' m smoking, drinking, looking for a fight. | |
But I' ve been talking to | |
Jesus everyday | |
Well, I' ve been talking to | |
Jesus every day. | |
An' I got this girl back home | |
I call my wife | |
If you ever met her | |
I swear she would change your life. | |
She' s got a little wild streak in her heart, | |
But she' s been saying hallelujah everyday. | |
I like to hear the highway sounds, | |
An' I don' t think that | |
I' ll ever settle down. | |
An' I can' t change and it might be a sin. | |
Hope St. Peter gonna let me in: | |
Got my gypsy soul to bury, | |
Amen. Instrumental fade out. |
zuò qǔ : Green | |
Got myself a threadbare gypsy soul, | |
Like to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows. | |
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul, | |
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul. | |
Got a little wild streak in my heart. | |
I guess that | |
I have had it since | |
I heard the music start. | |
I got a little wild streak in my heart, | |
I got a little threadbare gypsy soul. | |
I like to hear the highway sounds, | |
And I don' t think that | |
I' ll ever settle down. | |
I can' t change and it' s a sin, | |
Hope St. Peter gonna let me in: | |
Come on, Pete, won' t you let me in? | |
I wear this cowboy hat upon my head, | |
And you can take it off me some time after | |
I am dead. | |
Got a cowboy hat up on my head, | |
Got a little threadbare gypsy soul. | |
I wear these crusty shoes down on my feet. | |
I could write a book about the places that they' ve seen. | |
I got these crusty shoes down on my feet, | |
I got a little wild streak in my heart. | |
An' I like to hear the highway sounds, | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder if | |
I' ll ever settle down. | |
An' I can' t change an' it' s a sin, | |
I hope St. | |
Peter' s gonna let me in: | |
Come on, Pete, won' t you let me in? | |
Instrumental break. | |
An' I know this crazy livin' just ain' t right | |
Most of the time | |
I' m smoking, drinking, looking for a fight. | |
But I' ve been talking to | |
Jesus everyday | |
Well, I' ve been talking to | |
Jesus every day. | |
An' I got this girl back home | |
I call my wife | |
If you ever met her | |
I swear she would change your life. | |
She' s got a little wild streak in her heart, | |
But she' s been saying hallelujah everyday. | |
I like to hear the highway sounds, | |
An' I don' t think that | |
I' ll ever settle down. | |
An' I can' t change and it might be a sin. | |
Hope St. Peter gonna let me in: | |
Got my gypsy soul to bury, | |
Amen. Instrumental fade out. |