Song | Get Out of Denver |
Artist | Bob Seger |
Album | Early Seger, Vol. 1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Seger | |
I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin' | |
My '60 Cadillac was roarin' through | |
Nebraska, whinin' | |
Doin' a hundred-twenty man the fields was spinnin' over | |
Headed out for the mountain snow, and we was trailin' further | |
All the pipes were blazin and the screamin wheels turnin, turnin | |
Had my girl beside me brother, brother she was burnin, burnin | |
On board the | |
Baptist preacher, southern funky school teacher | |
She had a line on somethin heavy but we couldn't reach her | |
We told her that we needed something that would get us going | |
She pulled out all she had and layed it on the counter showin | |
All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up | |
Cops came bustin' in and man, we lit out in a pickup truck(Cho.) | |
Go, get out of | |
Denver, baby. | |
Go, go, get out of | |
Denver, baby. | |
Go, get out of | |
Denver, baby. | |
Go, go.'Cause you look just like a commie and you might just be a member, baby. | |
Get out of | |
Denver.Well, red lights were flashin' and the sirens they were screamin'. | |
We had to pinch each other just to see if we was dreamin'. | |
Made it to | |
London Pass in under less than half an hour. | |
Motor started drizzlin' and it turned into a thunder shower(Break) | |
The rain kept drivin' but the caddy kept on burnin' rubber. | |
We kept on drivin' 'til we ran into some fog cover. | |
We couldn't see a thing, somehow we just kept on goin'. | |
We kept on drivin' all night long and dead into the mornin'. | |
Forty-five and fifty when we looked to see where we were at, | |
We're starrin' at a | |
Colorado state policeman trooper captain. | |
He said...(Cho.) |
zuo ci : Seger | |
I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin' | |
My ' 60 Cadillac was roarin' through | |
Nebraska, whinin' | |
Doin' a hundredtwenty man the fields was spinnin' over | |
Headed out for the mountain snow, and we was trailin' further | |
All the pipes were blazin and the screamin wheels turnin, turnin | |
Had my girl beside me brother, brother she was burnin, burnin | |
On board the | |
Baptist preacher, southern funky school teacher | |
She had a line on somethin heavy but we couldn' t reach her | |
We told her that we needed something that would get us going | |
She pulled out all she had and layed it on the counter showin | |
All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up | |
Cops came bustin' in and man, we lit out in a pickup truck Cho. | |
Go, get out of | |
Denver, baby. | |
Go, go, get out of | |
Denver, baby. | |
Go, get out of | |
Denver, baby. | |
Go, go.' Cause you look just like a commie and you might just be a member, baby. | |
Get out of | |
Denver. Well, red lights were flashin' and the sirens they were screamin'. | |
We had to pinch each other just to see if we was dreamin'. | |
Made it to | |
London Pass in under less than half an hour. | |
Motor started drizzlin' and it turned into a thunder shower Break | |
The rain kept drivin' but the caddy kept on burnin' rubber. | |
We kept on drivin' ' til we ran into some fog cover. | |
We couldn' t see a thing, somehow we just kept on goin'. | |
We kept on drivin' all night long and dead into the mornin'. | |
Fortyfive and fifty when we looked to see where we were at, | |
We' re starrin' at a | |
Colorado state policeman trooper captain. | |
He said... Cho. |
zuò cí : Seger | |
I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin' | |
My ' 60 Cadillac was roarin' through | |
Nebraska, whinin' | |
Doin' a hundredtwenty man the fields was spinnin' over | |
Headed out for the mountain snow, and we was trailin' further | |
All the pipes were blazin and the screamin wheels turnin, turnin | |
Had my girl beside me brother, brother she was burnin, burnin | |
On board the | |
Baptist preacher, southern funky school teacher | |
She had a line on somethin heavy but we couldn' t reach her | |
We told her that we needed something that would get us going | |
She pulled out all she had and layed it on the counter showin | |
All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up | |
Cops came bustin' in and man, we lit out in a pickup truck Cho. | |
Go, get out of | |
Denver, baby. | |
Go, go, get out of | |
Denver, baby. | |
Go, get out of | |
Denver, baby. | |
Go, go.' Cause you look just like a commie and you might just be a member, baby. | |
Get out of | |
Denver. Well, red lights were flashin' and the sirens they were screamin'. | |
We had to pinch each other just to see if we was dreamin'. | |
Made it to | |
London Pass in under less than half an hour. | |
Motor started drizzlin' and it turned into a thunder shower Break | |
The rain kept drivin' but the caddy kept on burnin' rubber. | |
We kept on drivin' ' til we ran into some fog cover. | |
We couldn' t see a thing, somehow we just kept on goin'. | |
We kept on drivin' all night long and dead into the mornin'. | |
Fortyfive and fifty when we looked to see where we were at, | |
We' re starrin' at a | |
Colorado state policeman trooper captain. | |
He said... Cho. |