Texas, Me & You Lyrics

Song	Texas, Me & You
Artist	Asleep at the Wheel
Album	The Best Of Asleep At The Wheel
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Ray Benson
	At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
	Dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention
	All these sugars with no vitamin sensation
	Do you ever stop to look over old relations
	Or look to the belly of another one's emotions
	Someone young in the winds of a revolution
	Trying to save his face in the evolution
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don't change
	He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation
	Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration
	Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
	Feeding off the plates of an un-united nation
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don't change
	With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
	To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion
	She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion
	Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention
	Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion
	Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion
	With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
	As if you really understood the value of isolation
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don't change
	Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
	With the smile you gives just to keep your mouth from closin'
	Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
	Locked in neutral your engines are broken
	Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean
	Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station
	You can color in the lines of the Mother Earth's addictions
	And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don't change
	At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
	Dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention

	zuo qu : Ray Benson
	At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
	Dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention
	All these sugars with no vitamin sensation
	Do you ever stop to look over old relations
	Or look to the belly of another one' s emotions
	Someone young in the winds of a revolution
	Trying to save his face in the evolution
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don' t change
	He' s kept alive in the chain of mental starvation
	Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration
	Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
	Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don' t change
	With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
	To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion
	She' ll steal your money with the eyes of a baby' s complexion
	Then she' ll laugh at you and your sexual invention
	Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion
	Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion
	With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
	As if you really understood the value of isolation
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don' t change
	Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
	With the smile you gives just to keep your mouth from closin'
	Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
	Locked in neutral your engines are broken
	Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean
	Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station
	You can color in the lines of the Mother Earth' s addictions
	And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth' s abduction
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don' t change
	At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
	Dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention

	zuò qǔ : Ray Benson
	At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
	Dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention
	All these sugars with no vitamin sensation
	Do you ever stop to look over old relations
	Or look to the belly of another one' s emotions
	Someone young in the winds of a revolution
	Trying to save his face in the evolution
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don' t change
	He' s kept alive in the chain of mental starvation
	Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration
	Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
	Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don' t change
	With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
	To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion
	She' ll steal your money with the eyes of a baby' s complexion
	Then she' ll laugh at you and your sexual invention
	Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion
	Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion
	With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
	As if you really understood the value of isolation
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don' t change
	Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
	With the smile you gives just to keep your mouth from closin'
	Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
	Locked in neutral your engines are broken
	Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean
	Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station
	You can color in the lines of the Mother Earth' s addictions
	And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth' s abduction
	Asleep at the wheel
	No windshield
	But you know that the streets
	Here don' t change
	At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
	Dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention

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