Song | Southern Ways |
Artist | Lynyrd Skynyrd |
Album | God & Guns |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : John Five, Marlette ... | |
When I was fifteen | |
I dreamed of leavin' my home | |
I had to see the world | |
And live like a rollin' stone, yeah | |
I heard California was paved in gold | |
So I hopped on that train | |
It didn't come easy | |
But I keep thinkin' 'bout | |
The green grass and missin' my home | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where I can be myself and live another day | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where the tall pines blow | |
And the Southern winds kiss my face | |
Oh, Southern grace | |
Yeah, me and my boys started a band | |
Practiced everyday out on the | |
Hell House land | |
Played every honky tonk and this ol' bar | |
To sing about | |
Sweet 'Bama | |
We were just simple men | |
The music is forever | |
And the songs will never ever end | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where I can be myself and live another day | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where the tall pines blow | |
And the Southern winds kiss my face | |
Oh, take me back | |
I sit here thinkin' about those days | |
I wouldn't change a thing about my life today | |
Ain't it funny how time sure flies' | |
Cause all | |
I ever wanted | |
And all I ever needed was you | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where I can be myself, yeah live another day, oh | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where the tall pines blow | |
And the St | |
John's flows and only | |
God, He knows | |
And those | |
Southern winds kiss my face | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways |
zuo qu : John Five, Marlette ... | |
When I was fifteen | |
I dreamed of leavin' my home | |
I had to see the world | |
And live like a rollin' stone, yeah | |
I heard California was paved in gold | |
So I hopped on that train | |
It didn' t come easy | |
But I keep thinkin' ' bout | |
The green grass and missin' my home | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where I can be myself and live another day | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where the tall pines blow | |
And the Southern winds kiss my face | |
Oh, Southern grace | |
Yeah, me and my boys started a band | |
Practiced everyday out on the | |
Hell House land | |
Played every honky tonk and this ol' bar | |
To sing about | |
Sweet ' Bama | |
We were just simple men | |
The music is forever | |
And the songs will never ever end | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where I can be myself and live another day | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where the tall pines blow | |
And the Southern winds kiss my face | |
Oh, take me back | |
I sit here thinkin' about those days | |
I wouldn' t change a thing about my life today | |
Ain' t it funny how time sure flies' | |
Cause all | |
I ever wanted | |
And all I ever needed was you | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where I can be myself, yeah live another day, oh | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where the tall pines blow | |
And the St | |
John' s flows and only | |
God, He knows | |
And those | |
Southern winds kiss my face | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways |
zuò qǔ : John Five, Marlette ... | |
When I was fifteen | |
I dreamed of leavin' my home | |
I had to see the world | |
And live like a rollin' stone, yeah | |
I heard California was paved in gold | |
So I hopped on that train | |
It didn' t come easy | |
But I keep thinkin' ' bout | |
The green grass and missin' my home | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where I can be myself and live another day | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where the tall pines blow | |
And the Southern winds kiss my face | |
Oh, Southern grace | |
Yeah, me and my boys started a band | |
Practiced everyday out on the | |
Hell House land | |
Played every honky tonk and this ol' bar | |
To sing about | |
Sweet ' Bama | |
We were just simple men | |
The music is forever | |
And the songs will never ever end | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where I can be myself and live another day | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where the tall pines blow | |
And the Southern winds kiss my face | |
Oh, take me back | |
I sit here thinkin' about those days | |
I wouldn' t change a thing about my life today | |
Ain' t it funny how time sure flies' | |
Cause all | |
I ever wanted | |
And all I ever needed was you | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where I can be myself, yeah live another day, oh | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways | |
Where the tall pines blow | |
And the St | |
John' s flows and only | |
God, He knows | |
And those | |
Southern winds kiss my face | |
Take me back to my | |
Southern ways |