Song | Texas River Song |
Artist | Lyle Lovett |
Album | Step Inside This House |
作词 : Traditional | |
We crossed the wild pecos | |
We forded the nueces | |
We swum the guadalupe | |
And we followed the brazos | |
Red river runs rusty | |
The wichita clear | |
But down by the brazos | |
I courted my dear | |
Singing li, li, li, le, le, le | |
Lend me your hand | |
Li, li, li, le, le, le | |
Lend me your hand | |
Li, li, li, le, le, le | |
Lend me your hand | |
There's many a river | |
That waters the land | |
Now the fair angelina | |
Runs glossy and gliding | |
The crooked colorado | |
Runs weaving and winding | |
The slow san antonio | |
Courses and plains | |
But i never will walk | |
By the brazos again | |
She kissed me and she hugged me | |
And she called me her dandy | |
The trinity's muddy | |
But the brazos quick sandy | |
She kissed me and she hugged me | |
And she called me her own | |
But down by the brazos | |
She left me alone | |
Now the girls of little river | |
They're plump and they're pretty | |
The sabine and the sulphur | |
Hold beauties a'many | |
The banks of the neches | |
There are girls by the score | |
But down by the brazos | |
I'll wander no more |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
We crossed the wild pecos | |
We forded the nueces | |
We swum the guadalupe | |
And we followed the brazos | |
Red river runs rusty | |
The wichita clear | |
But down by the brazos | |
I courted my dear | |
Singing li, li, li, le, le, le | |
Lend me your hand | |
Li, li, li, le, le, le | |
Lend me your hand | |
Li, li, li, le, le, le | |
Lend me your hand | |
There' s many a river | |
That waters the land | |
Now the fair angelina | |
Runs glossy and gliding | |
The crooked colorado | |
Runs weaving and winding | |
The slow san antonio | |
Courses and plains | |
But i never will walk | |
By the brazos again | |
She kissed me and she hugged me | |
And she called me her dandy | |
The trinity' s muddy | |
But the brazos quick sandy | |
She kissed me and she hugged me | |
And she called me her own | |
But down by the brazos | |
She left me alone | |
Now the girls of little river | |
They' re plump and they' re pretty | |
The sabine and the sulphur | |
Hold beauties a' many | |
The banks of the neches | |
There are girls by the score | |
But down by the brazos | |
I' ll wander no more |