Song | Steve's Last Ramble |
Artist | Steve Earle |
Album | Transcendental Blues |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Earle | |
I'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' round | |
Hangin' up my highway shoes | |
Lately when i walk they make a hollow sound | |
And they carry me away from you | |
Every night i lay my body down | |
My empty arms just leave me blue | |
So i'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round | |
And find my way back home to you | |
I have always been the travelin' kind | |
A million miles behind me now | |
I kept on followin' that thin white line | |
But now i want to turn around | |
I only lived to hear that highway sound | |
High and lonesome - low and blue | |
Now i'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round | |
And find my way back home to you | |
So say goodbye to all my ramblin' pals | |
Ol' highway dave and southside sue | |
I don't believe they'll miss me anyhow | |
What's one less wayward soul or two | |
Down the road they'll pass the jug around | |
And they'll sing them lonesome highway blues | |
But me i'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round | |
And find my way back home to you |
zuo ci : Earle | |
I' m thinkin' ' bout givin' up this ramblin' round | |
Hangin' up my highway shoes | |
Lately when i walk they make a hollow sound | |
And they carry me away from you | |
Every night i lay my body down | |
My empty arms just leave me blue | |
So i' m thinkin' ' bout givin' up this ramblin' ' round | |
And find my way back home to you | |
I have always been the travelin' kind | |
A million miles behind me now | |
I kept on followin' that thin white line | |
But now i want to turn around | |
I only lived to hear that highway sound | |
High and lonesome low and blue | |
Now i' m thinkin' ' bout givin' up this ramblin' ' round | |
And find my way back home to you | |
So say goodbye to all my ramblin' pals | |
Ol' highway dave and southside sue | |
I don' t believe they' ll miss me anyhow | |
What' s one less wayward soul or two | |
Down the road they' ll pass the jug around | |
And they' ll sing them lonesome highway blues | |
But me i' m thinkin' ' bout givin' up this ramblin' ' round | |
And find my way back home to you |
zuò cí : Earle | |
I' m thinkin' ' bout givin' up this ramblin' round | |
Hangin' up my highway shoes | |
Lately when i walk they make a hollow sound | |
And they carry me away from you | |
Every night i lay my body down | |
My empty arms just leave me blue | |
So i' m thinkin' ' bout givin' up this ramblin' ' round | |
And find my way back home to you | |
I have always been the travelin' kind | |
A million miles behind me now | |
I kept on followin' that thin white line | |
But now i want to turn around | |
I only lived to hear that highway sound | |
High and lonesome low and blue | |
Now i' m thinkin' ' bout givin' up this ramblin' ' round | |
And find my way back home to you | |
So say goodbye to all my ramblin' pals | |
Ol' highway dave and southside sue | |
I don' t believe they' ll miss me anyhow | |
What' s one less wayward soul or two | |
Down the road they' ll pass the jug around | |
And they' ll sing them lonesome highway blues | |
But me i' m thinkin' ' bout givin' up this ramblin' ' round | |
And find my way back home to you |