I Think You Know What I Mean Lyrics
| Song | I Think You Know What I Mean |
| Artist | Lyle Lovett |
| Album | I Love Everybody |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lovett | |
| I walked in his office | |
| He told me pull up a chair | |
| And he looked in my eyes | |
| With a cold steely stare | |
| And he spoke with a wisdom | |
| That i'd never heard | |
| And as i was hanging | |
| On every last word | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said the hallway is lonesome | |
| And the hallway is long | |
| And one end is shiny | |
| And one end is gone | |
| And the middle burns brightly | |
| With the color of night | |
| And the doors are all open | |
| But no one's inside | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| Hell he hollered | |
| And he hopped up | |
| And he kicked back his chair | |
| And he said i'd be stupid | |
| If i didn't care | |
| To understand better | |
| Would leave him no doubt | |
| In a world full of something | |
| That i'd be without | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| But it's springtime in texas | |
| And my memory grows faint | |
| As the bluebonnets dance | |
| With the indian paints | |
| The highway is lonesome | |
| But the highway is straight | |
| And some things are heavy | |
| But they ain't worth the weight | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| I think you know what i really mean | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| I think you know what i really mean | |
| I think you know what i mean |
| zuo ci : Lovett | |
| I walked in his office | |
| He told me pull up a chair | |
| And he looked in my eyes | |
| With a cold steely stare | |
| And he spoke with a wisdom | |
| That i' d never heard | |
| And as i was hanging | |
| On every last word | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said the hallway is lonesome | |
| And the hallway is long | |
| And one end is shiny | |
| And one end is gone | |
| And the middle burns brightly | |
| With the color of night | |
| And the doors are all open | |
| But no one' s inside | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| Hell he hollered | |
| And he hopped up | |
| And he kicked back his chair | |
| And he said i' d be stupid | |
| If i didn' t care | |
| To understand better | |
| Would leave him no doubt | |
| In a world full of something | |
| That i' d be without | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| But it' s springtime in texas | |
| And my memory grows faint | |
| As the bluebonnets dance | |
| With the indian paints | |
| The highway is lonesome | |
| But the highway is straight | |
| And some things are heavy | |
| But they ain' t worth the weight | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| I think you know what i really mean | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| I think you know what i really mean | |
| I think you know what i mean |
| zuò cí : Lovett | |
| I walked in his office | |
| He told me pull up a chair | |
| And he looked in my eyes | |
| With a cold steely stare | |
| And he spoke with a wisdom | |
| That i' d never heard | |
| And as i was hanging | |
| On every last word | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said the hallway is lonesome | |
| And the hallway is long | |
| And one end is shiny | |
| And one end is gone | |
| And the middle burns brightly | |
| With the color of night | |
| And the doors are all open | |
| But no one' s inside | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| Hell he hollered | |
| And he hopped up | |
| And he kicked back his chair | |
| And he said i' d be stupid | |
| If i didn' t care | |
| To understand better | |
| Would leave him no doubt | |
| In a world full of something | |
| That i' d be without | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| He said son | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| But it' s springtime in texas | |
| And my memory grows faint | |
| As the bluebonnets dance | |
| With the indian paints | |
| The highway is lonesome | |
| But the highway is straight | |
| And some things are heavy | |
| But they ain' t worth the weight | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| I think you know what i really mean | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| I think you know what i mean | |
| I think you know what i really mean | |
| I think you know what i mean |
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