Song | The Key To Life |
Artist | Vince Gill |
Album | The Key |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gill | |
I'd love to hear my daddy play once again | |
All the songs that he taught me when i was a kid | |
John henry, ol' shep and faded love | |
I fall to pieces and on the wings of a dove | |
Just a few chords on the banjo that was all he knew | |
But in the eyes of a child, man his fingers flew | |
I practiced and i practiced til i got it right | |
Packed up everything and just took off one night | |
I made it from the beer joints to the opry stage | |
He said the only difference is what you're gettin' paid | |
He didn't care that everybody knew my name | |
He said it's all for nothin' if you don't stay the same | |
But when he died the preacher cried and said he's the lucky one | |
He's walkin' hand in hand in hand with god's only son | |
My faith and common sense tell me the preacher's right | |
But i'd love to hear the banjo ring for me tonight | |
And i will honor my father with these words i write down | |
As long as i remember him he'll always be around | |
And the pain of losin' him cuts like a randall knife | |
I learned a few chords on the banjo as the key to life | |
And the pain of losin' him cuts like a randall knife | |
I learned a few chords on the banjo as the key to life |
zuo ci : Gill | |
I' d love to hear my daddy play once again | |
All the songs that he taught me when i was a kid | |
John henry, ol' shep and faded love | |
I fall to pieces and on the wings of a dove | |
Just a few chords on the banjo that was all he knew | |
But in the eyes of a child, man his fingers flew | |
I practiced and i practiced til i got it right | |
Packed up everything and just took off one night | |
I made it from the beer joints to the opry stage | |
He said the only difference is what you' re gettin' paid | |
He didn' t care that everybody knew my name | |
He said it' s all for nothin' if you don' t stay the same | |
But when he died the preacher cried and said he' s the lucky one | |
He' s walkin' hand in hand in hand with god' s only son | |
My faith and common sense tell me the preacher' s right | |
But i' d love to hear the banjo ring for me tonight | |
And i will honor my father with these words i write down | |
As long as i remember him he' ll always be around | |
And the pain of losin' him cuts like a randall knife | |
I learned a few chords on the banjo as the key to life | |
And the pain of losin' him cuts like a randall knife | |
I learned a few chords on the banjo as the key to life |
zuò cí : Gill | |
I' d love to hear my daddy play once again | |
All the songs that he taught me when i was a kid | |
John henry, ol' shep and faded love | |
I fall to pieces and on the wings of a dove | |
Just a few chords on the banjo that was all he knew | |
But in the eyes of a child, man his fingers flew | |
I practiced and i practiced til i got it right | |
Packed up everything and just took off one night | |
I made it from the beer joints to the opry stage | |
He said the only difference is what you' re gettin' paid | |
He didn' t care that everybody knew my name | |
He said it' s all for nothin' if you don' t stay the same | |
But when he died the preacher cried and said he' s the lucky one | |
He' s walkin' hand in hand in hand with god' s only son | |
My faith and common sense tell me the preacher' s right | |
But i' d love to hear the banjo ring for me tonight | |
And i will honor my father with these words i write down | |
As long as i remember him he' ll always be around | |
And the pain of losin' him cuts like a randall knife | |
I learned a few chords on the banjo as the key to life | |
And the pain of losin' him cuts like a randall knife | |
I learned a few chords on the banjo as the key to life |