Song | Leroy's Dustbowl Blues |
Artist | Steve Earle |
Album | The Mountain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Earle | |
Leroy was a farmer and an honest man | |
Would have lived in oklahoma all his days | |
He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land | |
But a hard wind come and blew his dreams away | |
So he headed for the west coast thought he could not lose | |
Rollin' down the highway with the dustbowl blues | |
It's a thousand miles from broken bow to bakersfield | |
And the highway's paved with heartaches all the way | |
Leroy drove on lookin' for a better deal | |
A place a man could settle down and stay | |
But the police at the state line beat him black and blue | |
Left him lyin' by the roadside with the dustbowl blues | |
They say california is a paradise | |
Hollywood turns night time into day | |
But up along the san joaquin those city lights | |
Might as well be a million miles away | |
When your kids are cold and hungry wearin' worn out shoes | |
Standin' in the garden with the dustbowl blues |
zuo ci : Earle | |
Leroy was a farmer and an honest man | |
Would have lived in oklahoma all his days | |
He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land | |
But a hard wind come and blew his dreams away | |
So he headed for the west coast thought he could not lose | |
Rollin' down the highway with the dustbowl blues | |
It' s a thousand miles from broken bow to bakersfield | |
And the highway' s paved with heartaches all the way | |
Leroy drove on lookin' for a better deal | |
A place a man could settle down and stay | |
But the police at the state line beat him black and blue | |
Left him lyin' by the roadside with the dustbowl blues | |
They say california is a paradise | |
Hollywood turns night time into day | |
But up along the san joaquin those city lights | |
Might as well be a million miles away | |
When your kids are cold and hungry wearin' worn out shoes | |
Standin' in the garden with the dustbowl blues |
zuò cí : Earle | |
Leroy was a farmer and an honest man | |
Would have lived in oklahoma all his days | |
He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land | |
But a hard wind come and blew his dreams away | |
So he headed for the west coast thought he could not lose | |
Rollin' down the highway with the dustbowl blues | |
It' s a thousand miles from broken bow to bakersfield | |
And the highway' s paved with heartaches all the way | |
Leroy drove on lookin' for a better deal | |
A place a man could settle down and stay | |
But the police at the state line beat him black and blue | |
Left him lyin' by the roadside with the dustbowl blues | |
They say california is a paradise | |
Hollywood turns night time into day | |
But up along the san joaquin those city lights | |
Might as well be a million miles away | |
When your kids are cold and hungry wearin' worn out shoes | |
Standin' in the garden with the dustbowl blues |