| Song | Passapatanzy |
| Artist | Keller Williams |
| Album | Freek |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Williams | |
| Drivin' on down 2-19 | |
| Not a Blue light to be seen | |
| I'm a comin' up on seven oh (7-0) | |
| Down six hundred (600) I do go | |
| I'm a crusing along | |
| with the radio on | |
| and my hands upon the wheel | |
| as I race I can almost taste life in me | |
| traliers, logs, horses, dogs for you to see | |
| It's a day in the life | |
| IN PASSAPATANZY | |
| I've got enough wood to last a week | |
| the ol' piles are pretty neat | |
| well to pick a load at half a ? | |
| any more we'd need help from ? | |
| there's pleanty of kindlin to lay out in the yard | |
| and if I run out of newpaper | |
| we can use an old deck of cards | |
| take this whole section off | |
| a rotten old down tree | |
| sweatin in the free | |
| IN PASSAPATANZY | |
| Well now she was in heat | |
| and we can't compete | |
| with her boyfriends | |
| the nights were fun | |
| she sleeps in the sun | |
| she don't want to be let in | |
| that silly mut she's givin it up | |
| there ain't no need to fuss | |
| she brings at her home everynight | |
| that K9 eats better than us | |
| My love makes you feel so tall | |
| watch out for the ceiling fan will catch you in your jaw | |
| my wicker chair will rock you right to sleep | |
| even if you dangle your feet | |
| my watch will bang a tribal beat | |
| so we can tap our along | |
| appliances can make music to | |
| but can not write no song | |
| won't you please take my hand | |
| dance around with me | |
| It's a day in the life | |
| IN PASSAPATANZY |
| zuo qu : Williams | |
| Drivin' on down 219 | |
| Not a Blue light to be seen | |
| I' m a comin' up on seven oh 70 | |
| Down six hundred 600 I do go | |
| I' m a crusing along | |
| with the radio on | |
| and my hands upon the wheel | |
| as I race I can almost taste life in me | |
| traliers, logs, horses, dogs for you to see | |
| It' s a day in the life | |
| IN PASSAPATANZY | |
| I' ve got enough wood to last a week | |
| the ol' piles are pretty neat | |
| well to pick a load at half a nbsp? | |
| any more we' d need help from nbsp? | |
| there' s pleanty of kindlin to lay out in the yard | |
| and if I run out of newpaper | |
| we can use an old deck of cards | |
| take this whole section off | |
| a rotten old down tree | |
| sweatin in the free | |
| IN PASSAPATANZY | |
| Well now she was in heat | |
| and we can' t compete | |
| with her boyfriends | |
| the nights were fun | |
| she sleeps in the sun | |
| she don' t want to be let in | |
| that silly mut she' s givin it up | |
| there ain' t no need to fuss | |
| she brings at her home everynight | |
| that K9 eats better than us | |
| My love makes you feel so tall | |
| watch out for the ceiling fan will catch you in your jaw | |
| my wicker chair will rock you right to sleep | |
| even if you dangle your feet | |
| my watch will bang a tribal beat | |
| so we can tap our along | |
| appliances can make music to | |
| but can not write no song | |
| won' t you please take my hand | |
| dance around with me | |
| It' s a day in the life | |
| IN PASSAPATANZY |
| zuò qǔ : Williams | |
| Drivin' on down 219 | |
| Not a Blue light to be seen | |
| I' m a comin' up on seven oh 70 | |
| Down six hundred 600 I do go | |
| I' m a crusing along | |
| with the radio on | |
| and my hands upon the wheel | |
| as I race I can almost taste life in me | |
| traliers, logs, horses, dogs for you to see | |
| It' s a day in the life | |
| IN PASSAPATANZY | |
| I' ve got enough wood to last a week | |
| the ol' piles are pretty neat | |
| well to pick a load at half a nbsp? | |
| any more we' d need help from nbsp? | |
| there' s pleanty of kindlin to lay out in the yard | |
| and if I run out of newpaper | |
| we can use an old deck of cards | |
| take this whole section off | |
| a rotten old down tree | |
| sweatin in the free | |
| IN PASSAPATANZY | |
| Well now she was in heat | |
| and we can' t compete | |
| with her boyfriends | |
| the nights were fun | |
| she sleeps in the sun | |
| she don' t want to be let in | |
| that silly mut she' s givin it up | |
| there ain' t no need to fuss | |
| she brings at her home everynight | |
| that K9 eats better than us | |
| My love makes you feel so tall | |
| watch out for the ceiling fan will catch you in your jaw | |
| my wicker chair will rock you right to sleep | |
| even if you dangle your feet | |
| my watch will bang a tribal beat | |
| so we can tap our along | |
| appliances can make music to | |
| but can not write no song | |
| won' t you please take my hand | |
| dance around with me | |
| It' s a day in the life | |
| IN PASSAPATANZY |