Song | September In Seattle |
Artist | Shawn Mullins |
Album | Soul's Core |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mullins | |
September in | |
SeattleWaitin' on a train | |
I smoked my last cigarette | |
Standin' in out of the rain | |
There's a cool wind blowin' | |
Down the alley by the depot | |
Amtrak down the coastline | |
To the city of the roses | |
Mamas hangin' hand me downs | |
Daddy's in the hotel bar | |
Kids recitin' mother goose | |
Runnin' naked through the yard | |
See the best and the worst here | |
The richest and the poor | |
From the mansions on the hilltop | |
To the red dirt floor, ohh ho | |
Come on, come on | |
Pull into the station | |
The sun's settin' outside | |
The pushers and the pullers | |
Tryin' to take you for a ride | |
Portland is a small town | |
With a bitter city smile | |
And as I walk these streets around | |
I might just hang here for a while | |
Come on quick |
zuo ci : Mullins | |
September in | |
SeattleWaitin' on a train | |
I smoked my last cigarette | |
Standin' in out of the rain | |
There' s a cool wind blowin' | |
Down the alley by the depot | |
Amtrak down the coastline | |
To the city of the roses | |
Mamas hangin' hand me downs | |
Daddy' s in the hotel bar | |
Kids recitin' mother goose | |
Runnin' naked through the yard | |
See the best and the worst here | |
The richest and the poor | |
From the mansions on the hilltop | |
To the red dirt floor, ohh ho | |
Come on, come on | |
Pull into the station | |
The sun' s settin' outside | |
The pushers and the pullers | |
Tryin' to take you for a ride | |
Portland is a small town | |
With a bitter city smile | |
And as I walk these streets around | |
I might just hang here for a while | |
Come on quick |
zuò cí : Mullins | |
September in | |
SeattleWaitin' on a train | |
I smoked my last cigarette | |
Standin' in out of the rain | |
There' s a cool wind blowin' | |
Down the alley by the depot | |
Amtrak down the coastline | |
To the city of the roses | |
Mamas hangin' hand me downs | |
Daddy' s in the hotel bar | |
Kids recitin' mother goose | |
Runnin' naked through the yard | |
See the best and the worst here | |
The richest and the poor | |
From the mansions on the hilltop | |
To the red dirt floor, ohh ho | |
Come on, come on | |
Pull into the station | |
The sun' s settin' outside | |
The pushers and the pullers | |
Tryin' to take you for a ride | |
Portland is a small town | |
With a bitter city smile | |
And as I walk these streets around | |
I might just hang here for a while | |
Come on quick |