Song | Cross-Tie Walker |
Artist | Creedence Clearwater Revival |
Album | Creedence Country |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : John Fogerty | |
作词 : Fogerty | |
I went down to the station | |
Just to take a ride. | |
I went down to the station | |
Just to take a ride. | |
Found myself on a flat-car | |
Yesterday behind. | |
Pullin' out from the platform, | |
There was no brass band. | |
I pulled out from the platform; | |
Nobody raised a hand. | |
And there were no tears of regret | |
From my runaway train, | |
Train, train, train, train. | |
Got no sand in my pocket, | |
You know, I ain't tied down. | |
Ain't no sand in my pocket, | |
Never do sit down. | |
I'm just a cross-tie walker | |
Where the freight trains run, | |
Run, run, run, run. | |
If you see me a-comin', | |
Don't you waste my time. | |
If you see me a-comin', | |
Don't you waste my time. | |
'Cause there's more miles between us | |
Than the Santa Fe Line. | |
Run, run, run, run. | |
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, | |
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm. | |
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, | |
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm... |
zuo qu : John Fogerty | |
zuo ci : Fogerty | |
I went down to the station | |
Just to take a ride. | |
I went down to the station | |
Just to take a ride. | |
Found myself on a flatcar | |
Yesterday behind. | |
Pullin' out from the platform, | |
There was no brass band. | |
I pulled out from the platform | |
Nobody raised a hand. | |
And there were no tears of regret | |
From my runaway train, | |
Train, train, train, train. | |
Got no sand in my pocket, | |
You know, I ain' t tied down. | |
Ain' t no sand in my pocket, | |
Never do sit down. | |
I' m just a crosstie walker | |
Where the freight trains run, | |
Run, run, run, run. | |
If you see me acomin', | |
Don' t you waste my time. | |
If you see me acomin', | |
Don' t you waste my time. | |
' Cause there' s more miles between us | |
Than the Santa Fe Line. | |
Run, run, run, run. | |
Mmmmmmmmmm, | |
Mmmmmmmmmm. | |
Mmmmmmmmmm, | |
Mmmmmmmmmm... |
zuò qǔ : John Fogerty | |
zuò cí : Fogerty | |
I went down to the station | |
Just to take a ride. | |
I went down to the station | |
Just to take a ride. | |
Found myself on a flatcar | |
Yesterday behind. | |
Pullin' out from the platform, | |
There was no brass band. | |
I pulled out from the platform | |
Nobody raised a hand. | |
And there were no tears of regret | |
From my runaway train, | |
Train, train, train, train. | |
Got no sand in my pocket, | |
You know, I ain' t tied down. | |
Ain' t no sand in my pocket, | |
Never do sit down. | |
I' m just a crosstie walker | |
Where the freight trains run, | |
Run, run, run, run. | |
If you see me acomin', | |
Don' t you waste my time. | |
If you see me acomin', | |
Don' t you waste my time. | |
' Cause there' s more miles between us | |
Than the Santa Fe Line. | |
Run, run, run, run. | |
Mmmmmmmmmm, | |
Mmmmmmmmmm. | |
Mmmmmmmmmm, | |
Mmmmmmmmmm... |