| Song | Needle And Thread (Acoustic) - unplug |
| Artist | Matt Duke |
| Album | Needle And Thread |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Matt Duke | |
| 作词 : Matt Duke | |
| I packed up and spent a week traveling east on the Interstate | |
| On a pittance for a fast food diet and some toothpaste | |
| I can remedy along gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned | |
| Then I'm back to my good old ways | |
| Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son who often goes astray | |
| For now the waking world can wait | |
| To sing your blues away | |
| And hope for better days | |
| Pick an old song | |
| Then we'll dance in the dark | |
| It's that needle and thread | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! | |
| I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight | |
| Then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to every passerby | |
| For the law man's sake I might bend but I won't break | |
| That part I leave for lovers in life | |
| This is my right to keep quiet, I'll reserve it for some other time | |
| For now the waking world can wait | |
| To sing your blues away | |
| And hope for better days | |
| And pick an old song | |
| Then we'll dance in the dark | |
| It's that needle and thread | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! | |
| Cuff me up and take me in | |
| So I can sleep an hour or two | |
| Just me and the gross criminals | |
| Singing loud with nothing to lose | |
| Oh Lord, the music save their soul | |
| When nothing's right | |
| We'll rock and roll | |
| For now the waking world can wait | |
| To sing your blues away | |
| Hope for better days | |
| Pick an old song | |
| Then we'll dance in the dark | |
| It's that needle and thread. | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! |
| zuo qu : Matt Duke | |
| zuo ci : Matt Duke | |
| I packed up and spent a week traveling east on the Interstate | |
| On a pittance for a fast food diet and some toothpaste | |
| I can remedy along gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned | |
| Then I' m back to my good old ways | |
| Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son who often goes astray | |
| For now the waking world can wait | |
| To sing your blues away | |
| And hope for better days | |
| Pick an old song | |
| Then we' ll dance in the dark | |
| It' s that needle and thread | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! | |
| I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight | |
| Then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to every passerby | |
| For the law man' s sake I might bend but I won' t break | |
| That part I leave for lovers in life | |
| This is my right to keep quiet, I' ll reserve it for some other time | |
| For now the waking world can wait | |
| To sing your blues away | |
| And hope for better days | |
| And pick an old song | |
| Then we' ll dance in the dark | |
| It' s that needle and thread | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! | |
| Cuff me up and take me in | |
| So I can sleep an hour or two | |
| Just me and the gross criminals | |
| Singing loud with nothing to lose | |
| Oh Lord, the music save their soul | |
| When nothing' s right | |
| We' ll rock and roll | |
| For now the waking world can wait | |
| To sing your blues away | |
| Hope for better days | |
| Pick an old song | |
| Then we' ll dance in the dark | |
| It' s that needle and thread. | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! |
| zuò qǔ : Matt Duke | |
| zuò cí : Matt Duke | |
| I packed up and spent a week traveling east on the Interstate | |
| On a pittance for a fast food diet and some toothpaste | |
| I can remedy along gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned | |
| Then I' m back to my good old ways | |
| Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son who often goes astray | |
| For now the waking world can wait | |
| To sing your blues away | |
| And hope for better days | |
| Pick an old song | |
| Then we' ll dance in the dark | |
| It' s that needle and thread | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! | |
| I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight | |
| Then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to every passerby | |
| For the law man' s sake I might bend but I won' t break | |
| That part I leave for lovers in life | |
| This is my right to keep quiet, I' ll reserve it for some other time | |
| For now the waking world can wait | |
| To sing your blues away | |
| And hope for better days | |
| And pick an old song | |
| Then we' ll dance in the dark | |
| It' s that needle and thread | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! | |
| Cuff me up and take me in | |
| So I can sleep an hour or two | |
| Just me and the gross criminals | |
| Singing loud with nothing to lose | |
| Oh Lord, the music save their soul | |
| When nothing' s right | |
| We' ll rock and roll | |
| For now the waking world can wait | |
| To sing your blues away | |
| Hope for better days | |
| Pick an old song | |
| Then we' ll dance in the dark | |
| It' s that needle and thread. | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! | |
| Stitch up my broken heart! |