Song | Jody And The Kid |
Artist | Kris Kristofferson |
Album | The Essential Kris Kristofferson |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kristofferson | |
She would meet me in the morning | |
On my way down to the river | |
Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree | |
With her feet already dusty | |
>from the pathway to the levy | |
And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees | |
I'd pay her no attention | |
As she tagged along beside me | |
Trying hard to copy everything i did | |
But i couldn't keep from smiling | |
When i'd hear somebody saying | |
Looky yonder there goes jody and the kid | |
Even after we grew older | |
We could still be seen together | |
As we walked along the levy holding hands | |
For as surely as the season she was changin' to a woman | |
And i'd lived enough to call myself a man | |
And she often lay beside me | |
In the coolness of the evening | |
Til' the morning sun was shining on my bed | |
And at times when she was sleeping | |
I'd smile when i'd remember | |
How they use to call us jody and the kid | |
Now the world's a little older | |
And the years have changed the river | |
Cause there's houses where they didn't used to be | |
And on sundays i go walking | |
Down the pathway to the levy | |
With another little girl who follows me | |
And it makes the old folks smile | |
To see her tag along beside me | |
Doing little things the way her mama did | |
But it gets a little lonesome | |
When i hear somebody sayin' | |
Looky yonder there goes jody and the kid |
zuo ci : Kristofferson | |
She would meet me in the morning | |
On my way down to the river | |
Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree | |
With her feet already dusty | |
from the pathway to the levy | |
And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees | |
I' d pay her no attention | |
As she tagged along beside me | |
Trying hard to copy everything i did | |
But i couldn' t keep from smiling | |
When i' d hear somebody saying | |
Looky yonder there goes jody and the kid | |
Even after we grew older | |
We could still be seen together | |
As we walked along the levy holding hands | |
For as surely as the season she was changin' to a woman | |
And i' d lived enough to call myself a man | |
And she often lay beside me | |
In the coolness of the evening | |
Til' the morning sun was shining on my bed | |
And at times when she was sleeping | |
I' d smile when i' d remember | |
How they use to call us jody and the kid | |
Now the world' s a little older | |
And the years have changed the river | |
Cause there' s houses where they didn' t used to be | |
And on sundays i go walking | |
Down the pathway to the levy | |
With another little girl who follows me | |
And it makes the old folks smile | |
To see her tag along beside me | |
Doing little things the way her mama did | |
But it gets a little lonesome | |
When i hear somebody sayin' | |
Looky yonder there goes jody and the kid |
zuò cí : Kristofferson | |
She would meet me in the morning | |
On my way down to the river | |
Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree | |
With her feet already dusty | |
from the pathway to the levy | |
And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees | |
I' d pay her no attention | |
As she tagged along beside me | |
Trying hard to copy everything i did | |
But i couldn' t keep from smiling | |
When i' d hear somebody saying | |
Looky yonder there goes jody and the kid | |
Even after we grew older | |
We could still be seen together | |
As we walked along the levy holding hands | |
For as surely as the season she was changin' to a woman | |
And i' d lived enough to call myself a man | |
And she often lay beside me | |
In the coolness of the evening | |
Til' the morning sun was shining on my bed | |
And at times when she was sleeping | |
I' d smile when i' d remember | |
How they use to call us jody and the kid | |
Now the world' s a little older | |
And the years have changed the river | |
Cause there' s houses where they didn' t used to be | |
And on sundays i go walking | |
Down the pathway to the levy | |
With another little girl who follows me | |
And it makes the old folks smile | |
To see her tag along beside me | |
Doing little things the way her mama did | |
But it gets a little lonesome | |
When i hear somebody sayin' | |
Looky yonder there goes jody and the kid |