Song | Buffalo River Home |
Artist | John Hiatt |
Album | Live From Austin TX |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hiatt | |
I've been taking off and landing but this airport's closed | |
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get god only knows | |
Just when you think that you've got a grip | |
Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip | |
As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line | |
Chorus: | |
Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters | |
Of the south running helter skelter | |
Down through the mississippi delta | |
With no place to call your own | |
Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings | |
All along the paint was peeling | |
Down to an indian blanket on a pony | |
With no rider in the flesh and bone | |
Looking for his buffalo river home | |
I've been circling the wagons down at times square | |
Trying to fi'll up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there | |
Hust when you think you can let it rip | |
You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips | |
As if you had some place better to go | |
Or a better way to get there | |
Chorus | |
Now there's only two things in life but i forget what they are | |
It seems we're either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails | |
Or wishing on stars | |
Just when you think that you've been gyped | |
The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip | |
And you run off and join the circus | |
Yeah, you just let that pony ride |
zuo ci : Hiatt | |
I' ve been taking off and landing but this airport' s closed | |
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get god only knows | |
Just when you think that you' ve got a grip | |
Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip | |
As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line | |
Chorus: | |
Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters | |
Of the south running helter skelter | |
Down through the mississippi delta | |
With no place to call your own | |
Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings | |
All along the paint was peeling | |
Down to an indian blanket on a pony | |
With no rider in the flesh and bone | |
Looking for his buffalo river home | |
I' ve been circling the wagons down at times square | |
Trying to fi' ll up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there | |
Hust when you think you can let it rip | |
You' re pounding the pavement in your daddy' s wingtips | |
As if you had some place better to go | |
Or a better way to get there | |
Chorus | |
Now there' s only two things in life but i forget what they are | |
It seems we' re either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails | |
Or wishing on stars | |
Just when you think that you' ve been gyped | |
The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip | |
And you run off and join the circus | |
Yeah, you just let that pony ride |
zuò cí : Hiatt | |
I' ve been taking off and landing but this airport' s closed | |
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get god only knows | |
Just when you think that you' ve got a grip | |
Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip | |
As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line | |
Chorus: | |
Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters | |
Of the south running helter skelter | |
Down through the mississippi delta | |
With no place to call your own | |
Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings | |
All along the paint was peeling | |
Down to an indian blanket on a pony | |
With no rider in the flesh and bone | |
Looking for his buffalo river home | |
I' ve been circling the wagons down at times square | |
Trying to fi' ll up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there | |
Hust when you think you can let it rip | |
You' re pounding the pavement in your daddy' s wingtips | |
As if you had some place better to go | |
Or a better way to get there | |
Chorus | |
Now there' s only two things in life but i forget what they are | |
It seems we' re either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails | |
Or wishing on stars | |
Just when you think that you' ve been gyped | |
The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip | |
And you run off and join the circus | |
Yeah, you just let that pony ride |