Song | Hard Times And Misery |
Artist | Travis Tritt |
Album | Ten Feet Tall And Bulletproof |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stuart | |
(Marty Stuart) | |
Another day on Highway 41 | |
It's a long black snake that runs to the sun | |
My mama told me since the day I was born | |
Son, down in the southland is where you belong | |
So, I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimes | |
Talking trash and drinkin' wine | |
It's just another day in the life of me | |
Hard times and misery | |
I got a mansion looks like a shotgun shack | |
I draw my money from a cotton sack | |
But I finally found one thing that's free | |
That's been hard times and misery | |
Repeat Chorus | |
Watermelon's are hanging on the vine | |
Thirty some odd years of wasted time | |
When I wake up, Lord, that's all I see | |
It's hard times and misery | |
But there's a train that runs through this town | |
Every evening when the sun goes down | |
Tomorrow night at 8:03 | |
No more hard times and misery | |
Repeat Chorus |
zuo ci : Stuart | |
Marty Stuart | |
Another day on Highway 41 | |
It' s a long black snake that runs to the sun | |
My mama told me since the day I was born | |
Son, down in the southland is where you belong | |
So, I' m pitching nickels, pitching dimes | |
Talking trash and drinkin' wine | |
It' s just another day in the life of me | |
Hard times and misery | |
I got a mansion looks like a shotgun shack | |
I draw my money from a cotton sack | |
But I finally found one thing that' s free | |
That' s been hard times and misery | |
Repeat Chorus | |
Watermelon' s are hanging on the vine | |
Thirty some odd years of wasted time | |
When I wake up, Lord, that' s all I see | |
It' s hard times and misery | |
But there' s a train that runs through this town | |
Every evening when the sun goes down | |
Tomorrow night at 8: 03 | |
No more hard times and misery | |
Repeat Chorus |
zuò cí : Stuart | |
Marty Stuart | |
Another day on Highway 41 | |
It' s a long black snake that runs to the sun | |
My mama told me since the day I was born | |
Son, down in the southland is where you belong | |
So, I' m pitching nickels, pitching dimes | |
Talking trash and drinkin' wine | |
It' s just another day in the life of me | |
Hard times and misery | |
I got a mansion looks like a shotgun shack | |
I draw my money from a cotton sack | |
But I finally found one thing that' s free | |
That' s been hard times and misery | |
Repeat Chorus | |
Watermelon' s are hanging on the vine | |
Thirty some odd years of wasted time | |
When I wake up, Lord, that' s all I see | |
It' s hard times and misery | |
But there' s a train that runs through this town | |
Every evening when the sun goes down | |
Tomorrow night at 8: 03 | |
No more hard times and misery | |
Repeat Chorus |