Song | The Wino And I Know |
Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
Album | Living And Dying In 3 / 4 Time |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffett | |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan, | |
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow; | |
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet, | |
To the rhythm that only he knows. | |
And I've seen him in so many places, | |
I saw him the night I was born; | |
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar | |
From an old man so tattered and torn. | |
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin' | |
Like the door-to-door salesman knows | |
the pains of bell ringin' | |
It's a strange situation, | |
a wild occupation, | |
Living my life like a song. | |
Well the coffee is strong | |
at the Cafe Du Monde, | |
And the donuts are too hot to touch; | |
But just like a fool, when those | |
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much. | |
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me, | |
Be they pastries or lobsters or love; | |
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy, | |
In a world full of pushin' and shove. | |
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin', | |
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up | |
truck rustin'. | |
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation, | |
Living my life like a song. | |
Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me? | |
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea; | |
Back to the only place that I want to be. | |
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean, | |
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake | |
in motion. | |
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation, | |
Living my life like a song. |
zuo ci : Buffett | |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
The ice cream man he' s a hillbilly fan, | |
He' s got seventyeights by Hank Snow | |
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet, | |
To the rhythm that only he knows. | |
And I' ve seen him in so many places, | |
I saw him the night I was born | |
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar | |
From an old man so tattered and torn. | |
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin' | |
Like the doortodoor salesman knows | |
the pains of bell ringin' | |
It' s a strange situation, | |
a wild occupation, | |
Living my life like a song. | |
Well the coffee is strong | |
at the Cafe Du Monde, | |
And the donuts are too hot to touch | |
But just like a fool, when those | |
sweet goodies cool, I ate ' til I ate way too much. | |
Cause I' m livin' on things that excite me, | |
Be they pastries or lobsters or love | |
I' m just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy, | |
In a world full of pushin' and shove. | |
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin', | |
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup | |
truck rustin'. | |
It' s a strange situation, a wild occupation, | |
Living my life like a song. | |
Sweet Senorita, Won' t you please come with me? | |
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea | |
Back to the only place that I want to be. | |
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean, | |
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake | |
in motion. | |
It' s a strange situation, a wild occupation, | |
Living my life like a song. |
zuò cí : Buffett | |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
The ice cream man he' s a hillbilly fan, | |
He' s got seventyeights by Hank Snow | |
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet, | |
To the rhythm that only he knows. | |
And I' ve seen him in so many places, | |
I saw him the night I was born | |
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar | |
From an old man so tattered and torn. | |
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin' | |
Like the doortodoor salesman knows | |
the pains of bell ringin' | |
It' s a strange situation, | |
a wild occupation, | |
Living my life like a song. | |
Well the coffee is strong | |
at the Cafe Du Monde, | |
And the donuts are too hot to touch | |
But just like a fool, when those | |
sweet goodies cool, I ate ' til I ate way too much. | |
Cause I' m livin' on things that excite me, | |
Be they pastries or lobsters or love | |
I' m just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy, | |
In a world full of pushin' and shove. | |
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin', | |
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup | |
truck rustin'. | |
It' s a strange situation, a wild occupation, | |
Living my life like a song. | |
Sweet Senorita, Won' t you please come with me? | |
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea | |
Back to the only place that I want to be. | |
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean, | |
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake | |
in motion. | |
It' s a strange situation, a wild occupation, | |
Living my life like a song. |