I Ain't Going To Drag My Feet No More Lyrics
| Song | I Ain't Going To Drag My Feet No More |
| Artist | Richard Thompson |
| Album | Faithless |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thompson | |
| I've been gone so long, now ain't it a pity | |
| Bending my back in this hell-hole city | |
| Turning my ear from my friends and betters | |
| Up to my neck in unread letters | |
| And unwritten laws | |
| Where I come from feeling is a crime | |
| I thought I could take you in my own good time | |
| Like a jumped-up fool, now down I climb | |
| And I ain't going to drag my feet no more | |
| I'm running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain't going to drag my feet no more, no more | |
| Well I can't live without you but I've been trying | |
| I've got a short-set fuse and two fists of iron | |
| I did everything a man might do | |
| To stop myself from pining after you | |
| But it don't seem to matter no more | |
| Penny's in my hand, now I'm going to spin it | |
| Heads you win, don't you think for one minute | |
| That I care for this bed with nobody in it | |
| And I ain't going to drag my feet no more | |
| I'm running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain't going to drag my feet no more, no more | |
| Biding my time is driving me senseless | |
| You worked yourself right under my defenses | |
| You got me in a grip that I can't shake | |
| All my feelings are about to break | |
| And love never rains, it pours | |
| I worked my hands 'till they couldn't spell your name | |
| I rolled and I roared 'till I couldn't see your face | |
| I leaned on the jukebox 'till I couldn't hear your voice | |
| Put my head in the sand, but that won't do it | |
| I swore I was above you, but that won't do it | |
| And I tried and I tried, but that won't do it | |
| And I ain't going to drag my feet no more | |
| I'm running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain't going to drag my feet no more, no more | |
| I ain't going to drag my feet no more | |
| I'm running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain't going to drag my feet no more, no more |
| zuo ci : Thompson | |
| I' ve been gone so long, now ain' t it a pity | |
| Bending my back in this hellhole city | |
| Turning my ear from my friends and betters | |
| Up to my neck in unread letters | |
| And unwritten laws | |
| Where I come from feeling is a crime | |
| I thought I could take you in my own good time | |
| Like a jumpedup fool, now down I climb | |
| And I ain' t going to drag my feet no more | |
| I' m running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain' t going to drag my feet no more, no more | |
| Well I can' t live without you but I' ve been trying | |
| I' ve got a shortset fuse and two fists of iron | |
| I did everything a man might do | |
| To stop myself from pining after you | |
| But it don' t seem to matter no more | |
| Penny' s in my hand, now I' m going to spin it | |
| Heads you win, don' t you think for one minute | |
| That I care for this bed with nobody in it | |
| And I ain' t going to drag my feet no more | |
| I' m running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain' t going to drag my feet no more, no more | |
| Biding my time is driving me senseless | |
| You worked yourself right under my defenses | |
| You got me in a grip that I can' t shake | |
| All my feelings are about to break | |
| And love never rains, it pours | |
| I worked my hands ' till they couldn' t spell your name | |
| I rolled and I roared ' till I couldn' t see your face | |
| I leaned on the jukebox ' till I couldn' t hear your voice | |
| Put my head in the sand, but that won' t do it | |
| I swore I was above you, but that won' t do it | |
| And I tried and I tried, but that won' t do it | |
| And I ain' t going to drag my feet no more | |
| I' m running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain' t going to drag my feet no more, no more | |
| I ain' t going to drag my feet no more | |
| I' m running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain' t going to drag my feet no more, no more |
| zuò cí : Thompson | |
| I' ve been gone so long, now ain' t it a pity | |
| Bending my back in this hellhole city | |
| Turning my ear from my friends and betters | |
| Up to my neck in unread letters | |
| And unwritten laws | |
| Where I come from feeling is a crime | |
| I thought I could take you in my own good time | |
| Like a jumpedup fool, now down I climb | |
| And I ain' t going to drag my feet no more | |
| I' m running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain' t going to drag my feet no more, no more | |
| Well I can' t live without you but I' ve been trying | |
| I' ve got a shortset fuse and two fists of iron | |
| I did everything a man might do | |
| To stop myself from pining after you | |
| But it don' t seem to matter no more | |
| Penny' s in my hand, now I' m going to spin it | |
| Heads you win, don' t you think for one minute | |
| That I care for this bed with nobody in it | |
| And I ain' t going to drag my feet no more | |
| I' m running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain' t going to drag my feet no more, no more | |
| Biding my time is driving me senseless | |
| You worked yourself right under my defenses | |
| You got me in a grip that I can' t shake | |
| All my feelings are about to break | |
| And love never rains, it pours | |
| I worked my hands ' till they couldn' t spell your name | |
| I rolled and I roared ' till I couldn' t see your face | |
| I leaned on the jukebox ' till I couldn' t hear your voice | |
| Put my head in the sand, but that won' t do it | |
| I swore I was above you, but that won' t do it | |
| And I tried and I tried, but that won' t do it | |
| And I ain' t going to drag my feet no more | |
| I' m running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain' t going to drag my feet no more, no more | |
| I ain' t going to drag my feet no more | |
| I' m running to your side, gonna beat down the door | |
| I ain' t going to drag my feet no more, no more |
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