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. |