Song | Poor Lost Soul |
Artist | James McMurtry |
Album | Too Long In The Wasteland |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McMurtry | |
McMurtry | |
You heard the bright lights calling | |
Many years ago | |
You never came back crawling | |
How you hung in there I don't know | |
You're at home in the big town | |
You got it all figured out | |
Back home they can't believe it | |
They don't know what you're about | |
Your sister loves jesus | |
She drives an oldsmobile | |
Says you ought to come visit | |
Says what you need is a home-cooked meal | |
(chorus) | |
And she prays for your poor lost soul | |
And she prays for your poor lost soul | |
Your brother was a doctor | |
They sent him to the pen | |
Medicare fraud | |
They say he's doing it again | |
Your mother's doing all right | |
She owns a quick-stop store | |
She used to call every Sunday | |
But she doesn't anymore | |
(chorus) | |
Sometimes you got to wonder | |
How it all would've been | |
And you wonder if you had to | |
Could you go back again | |
You fly home for christmas dinner | |
It's just like the good old days | |
Fighting with your mom | |
Fighting with your sister | |
Your brother had sense | |
So he stayed away | |
Back home in the big town | |
You got it all figured out | |
And isn't it a comfort knowing | |
Without a doubt | |
(chorus) |
zuo ci : McMurtry | |
McMurtry | |
You heard the bright lights calling | |
Many years ago | |
You never came back crawling | |
How you hung in there I don' t know | |
You' re at home in the big town | |
You got it all figured out | |
Back home they can' t believe it | |
They don' t know what you' re about | |
Your sister loves jesus | |
She drives an oldsmobile | |
Says you ought to come visit | |
Says what you need is a homecooked meal | |
chorus | |
And she prays for your poor lost soul | |
And she prays for your poor lost soul | |
Your brother was a doctor | |
They sent him to the pen | |
Medicare fraud | |
They say he' s doing it again | |
Your mother' s doing all right | |
She owns a quickstop store | |
She used to call every Sunday | |
But she doesn' t anymore | |
chorus | |
Sometimes you got to wonder | |
How it all would' ve been | |
And you wonder if you had to | |
Could you go back again | |
You fly home for christmas dinner | |
It' s just like the good old days | |
Fighting with your mom | |
Fighting with your sister | |
Your brother had sense | |
So he stayed away | |
Back home in the big town | |
You got it all figured out | |
And isn' t it a comfort knowing | |
Without a doubt | |
chorus |
zuò cí : McMurtry | |
McMurtry | |
You heard the bright lights calling | |
Many years ago | |
You never came back crawling | |
How you hung in there I don' t know | |
You' re at home in the big town | |
You got it all figured out | |
Back home they can' t believe it | |
They don' t know what you' re about | |
Your sister loves jesus | |
She drives an oldsmobile | |
Says you ought to come visit | |
Says what you need is a homecooked meal | |
chorus | |
And she prays for your poor lost soul | |
And she prays for your poor lost soul | |
Your brother was a doctor | |
They sent him to the pen | |
Medicare fraud | |
They say he' s doing it again | |
Your mother' s doing all right | |
She owns a quickstop store | |
She used to call every Sunday | |
But she doesn' t anymore | |
chorus | |
Sometimes you got to wonder | |
How it all would' ve been | |
And you wonder if you had to | |
Could you go back again | |
You fly home for christmas dinner | |
It' s just like the good old days | |
Fighting with your mom | |
Fighting with your sister | |
Your brother had sense | |
So he stayed away | |
Back home in the big town | |
You got it all figured out | |
And isn' t it a comfort knowing | |
Without a doubt | |
chorus |