| 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 |