| Song | High Lonesome Blue |
| Artist | Joe Cocker |
| Album | Organic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cocker, White | |
| I'm coming home, needing attention | |
| Breaking down, I need some rest | |
| I'm like a man from the third dimension | |
| This way of life put me to the test | |
| I used to be a drummer man | |
| Kept it in the groove | |
| Then I had a change of heart | |
| Started singing the blues | |
| That's what I choose | |
| Leaving me high lonesome blue | |
| Time moves on I'm riding with it | |
| There's no choice, it's out of my hands | |
| This is my way and I won't quit it | |
| Fragile, like a rope of sand | |
| There's a place high on a mountain | |
| Where I go to find relief | |
| Get my feet back on the ground | |
| Set my spirit free | |
| Put on my walking shoes | |
| Got the high lonesome blue | |
| There's nothing left to prove | |
| High lonesome blue. |
| zuo ci : Cocker, White | |
| I' m coming home, needing attention | |
| Breaking down, I need some rest | |
| I' m like a man from the third dimension | |
| This way of life put me to the test | |
| I used to be a drummer man | |
| Kept it in the groove | |
| Then I had a change of heart | |
| Started singing the blues | |
| That' s what I choose | |
| Leaving me high lonesome blue | |
| Time moves on I' m riding with it | |
| There' s no choice, it' s out of my hands | |
| This is my way and I won' t quit it | |
| Fragile, like a rope of sand | |
| There' s a place high on a mountain | |
| Where I go to find relief | |
| Get my feet back on the ground | |
| Set my spirit free | |
| Put on my walking shoes | |
| Got the high lonesome blue | |
| There' s nothing left to prove | |
| High lonesome blue. |
| zuò cí : Cocker, White | |
| I' m coming home, needing attention | |
| Breaking down, I need some rest | |
| I' m like a man from the third dimension | |
| This way of life put me to the test | |
| I used to be a drummer man | |
| Kept it in the groove | |
| Then I had a change of heart | |
| Started singing the blues | |
| That' s what I choose | |
| Leaving me high lonesome blue | |
| Time moves on I' m riding with it | |
| There' s no choice, it' s out of my hands | |
| This is my way and I won' t quit it | |
| Fragile, like a rope of sand | |
| There' s a place high on a mountain | |
| Where I go to find relief | |
| Get my feet back on the ground | |
| Set my spirit free | |
| Put on my walking shoes | |
| Got the high lonesome blue | |
| There' s nothing left to prove | |
| High lonesome blue. |