Yellow Dog Song Lyrics

	作词 : Mullins
	There is a young man
	Driving an old man's car
	Down the Pennsylvania
	TurnpikeWhere the treetops meet the stars
	There is a warm wind
	Blowin' down the lost highway
	And he don't know where he's goin'
	It don't matter anyway'
	Cause the dreams pass through his mind
	Like the years, he'll never find
	There is an old man
	Night shift at the
	Stop-N-GoHe reads his dirty magazines
	And mops the bathroom floor
	He's lived a hard life
	He lost a digit in the war
	He keeps one hand on the shotgun
	And both feet on the floor
	And the old dreams fill his head
	When he lays down in his bed(Sometimes that's all you got left)
	There is a pretty girl
	Walking a yellow dog
	Right down
	DeKalb Avenue
	Where the
	Marta meets the fog
	There is a wild wind
	Blowin' down the old railway
	And I wonder she's goin'
	She walks by every day
	Yeah, I wonder where she's goin'

	zuo ci : Mullins
	There is a young man
	Driving an old man' s car
	Down the Pennsylvania
	TurnpikeWhere the treetops meet the stars
	There is a warm wind
	Blowin' down the lost highway
	And he don' t know where he' s goin'
	It don' t matter anyway'
	Cause the dreams pass through his mind
	Like the years, he' ll never find
	There is an old man
	Night shift at the
	StopNGoHe reads his dirty magazines
	And mops the bathroom floor
	He' s lived a hard life
	He lost a digit in the war
	He keeps one hand on the shotgun
	And both feet on the floor
	And the old dreams fill his head
	When he lays down in his bed Sometimes that' s all you got left
	There is a pretty girl
	Walking a yellow dog
	Right down
	DeKalb Avenue
	Where the
	Marta meets the fog
	There is a wild wind
	Blowin' down the old railway
	And I wonder she' s goin'
	She walks by every day
	Yeah, I wonder where she' s goin'

	zuò cí : Mullins
	There is a young man
	Driving an old man' s car
	Down the Pennsylvania
	TurnpikeWhere the treetops meet the stars
	There is a warm wind
	Blowin' down the lost highway
	And he don' t know where he' s goin'
	It don' t matter anyway'
	Cause the dreams pass through his mind
	Like the years, he' ll never find
	There is an old man
	Night shift at the
	StopNGoHe reads his dirty magazines
	And mops the bathroom floor
	He' s lived a hard life
	He lost a digit in the war
	He keeps one hand on the shotgun
	And both feet on the floor
	And the old dreams fill his head
	When he lays down in his bed Sometimes that' s all you got left
	There is a pretty girl
	Walking a yellow dog
	Right down
	DeKalb Avenue
	Where the
	Marta meets the fog
	There is a wild wind
	Blowin' down the old railway
	And I wonder she' s goin'
	She walks by every day
	Yeah, I wonder where she' s goin'

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