Song | Guitar Town - 1989/Live In Calgary |
Artist | Steve Earle |
Album | Copperhead Road |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Earle | |
Hey pretty baby are you ready for me | |
It's your good rockin' daddy down from tennessee | |
I'm just out of austin bound for san antone | |
With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on | |
There's a speed trap up ahead in selma town | |
But no local yokel gonna shut me down | |
'cause me and my boys got this rig unwound | |
And we've come a thousand miles from a guitar town | |
Nothin' ever happened 'round my hometown | |
And i ain't the kind to just hang around | |
But i heard someone callin' my name one day | |
And i followed that voice down the lost highway | |
Everybody told me you can't get far | |
On thirty-seven dollars and a jap guitar | |
Now i'm smokin' into texas with the hammer down | |
And a rockin' little combo from the guitar town | |
Hey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault | |
I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt | |
Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop | |
Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why i don't stop | |
Gotta keep rockin' why i still can | |
I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan | |
But when my boots hit the boards i'm a brand new man | |
With my back to the riser i make my stand | |
And hey pretty baby won't you hold me tight | |
We're loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight | |
One of these days i'm gonna settle down | |
And take you back with me to the guitar town |
zuo ci : Earle | |
Hey pretty baby are you ready for me | |
It' s your good rockin' daddy down from tennessee | |
I' m just out of austin bound for san antone | |
With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on | |
There' s a speed trap up ahead in selma town | |
But no local yokel gonna shut me down | |
' cause me and my boys got this rig unwound | |
And we' ve come a thousand miles from a guitar town | |
Nothin' ever happened ' round my hometown | |
And i ain' t the kind to just hang around | |
But i heard someone callin' my name one day | |
And i followed that voice down the lost highway | |
Everybody told me you can' t get far | |
On thirtyseven dollars and a jap guitar | |
Now i' m smokin' into texas with the hammer down | |
And a rockin' little combo from the guitar town | |
Hey pretty baby don' t you know it ain' t my fault | |
I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt | |
Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop | |
Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why i don' t stop | |
Gotta keep rockin' why i still can | |
I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan | |
But when my boots hit the boards i' m a brand new man | |
With my back to the riser i make my stand | |
And hey pretty baby won' t you hold me tight | |
We' re loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight | |
One of these days i' m gonna settle down | |
And take you back with me to the guitar town |
zuò cí : Earle | |
Hey pretty baby are you ready for me | |
It' s your good rockin' daddy down from tennessee | |
I' m just out of austin bound for san antone | |
With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on | |
There' s a speed trap up ahead in selma town | |
But no local yokel gonna shut me down | |
' cause me and my boys got this rig unwound | |
And we' ve come a thousand miles from a guitar town | |
Nothin' ever happened ' round my hometown | |
And i ain' t the kind to just hang around | |
But i heard someone callin' my name one day | |
And i followed that voice down the lost highway | |
Everybody told me you can' t get far | |
On thirtyseven dollars and a jap guitar | |
Now i' m smokin' into texas with the hammer down | |
And a rockin' little combo from the guitar town | |
Hey pretty baby don' t you know it ain' t my fault | |
I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt | |
Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop | |
Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why i don' t stop | |
Gotta keep rockin' why i still can | |
I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan | |
But when my boots hit the boards i' m a brand new man | |
With my back to the riser i make my stand | |
And hey pretty baby won' t you hold me tight | |
We' re loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight | |
One of these days i' m gonna settle down | |
And take you back with me to the guitar town |