Song | One Too Many Stories |
Artist | New Riders of the Purple Sage |
Album | The Adventures Of Panama Red |
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作词 : Dawson | |
Dawson | |
The wee small hours of the morning get bigger pretty fast | |
And the glow I felt at midnight, I thought that it would last | |
The sun is slowly rising now into my bloodshot eyes | |
But I'm never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that's | |
One too many stories you've told | |
One too many turns out on the road | |
My love for you couldn't hold the load | |
'Cause that's one too many stories you've told | |
Now a friendly bottle of whiskey ain't as good as your embrace | |
But the bottle never told me any stories to my face | |
So you find me here just drinkin', but for now it's got to suffice | |
'Cause I'm never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that's | |
One too many stories you've told | |
One too many turns out on the road | |
My love for you couldn't hold the load | |
'Cause that's one too many stories you've told | |
I said that's one too many stories you've told |
zuo ci : Dawson | |
Dawson | |
The wee small hours of the morning get bigger pretty fast | |
And the glow I felt at midnight, I thought that it would last | |
The sun is slowly rising now into my bloodshot eyes | |
But I' m never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that' s | |
One too many stories you' ve told | |
One too many turns out on the road | |
My love for you couldn' t hold the load | |
' Cause that' s one too many stories you' ve told | |
Now a friendly bottle of whiskey ain' t as good as your embrace | |
But the bottle never told me any stories to my face | |
So you find me here just drinkin', but for now it' s got to suffice | |
' Cause I' m never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that' s | |
One too many stories you' ve told | |
One too many turns out on the road | |
My love for you couldn' t hold the load | |
' Cause that' s one too many stories you' ve told | |
I said that' s one too many stories you' ve told |
zuò cí : Dawson | |
Dawson | |
The wee small hours of the morning get bigger pretty fast | |
And the glow I felt at midnight, I thought that it would last | |
The sun is slowly rising now into my bloodshot eyes | |
But I' m never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that' s | |
One too many stories you' ve told | |
One too many turns out on the road | |
My love for you couldn' t hold the load | |
' Cause that' s one too many stories you' ve told | |
Now a friendly bottle of whiskey ain' t as good as your embrace | |
But the bottle never told me any stories to my face | |
So you find me here just drinkin', but for now it' s got to suffice | |
' Cause I' m never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that' s | |
One too many stories you' ve told | |
One too many turns out on the road | |
My love for you couldn' t hold the load | |
' Cause that' s one too many stories you' ve told | |
I said that' s one too many stories you' ve told |