Song | Concrete Cowboys |
Artist | Shooter Jennings |
Album | The Wolf |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jennings | |
Concrete Cowboys eat granite grits | |
They don't always wear hats or sling guns on their hips | |
They know a song by the taste on her lips | |
And he's as lonesome on any given day as the sound of that far away train that he prays someday will take him away | |
Lucky Lucinda was a big city girl | |
Hungerin' for | |
Country in a | |
Rock-n-Roll world | |
Dice shooting | |
Darren was a sucker for | |
Mearle She saw the hollow look in his eyes | |
She longed to slide his boots under her bed tonight | |
You'll never make him at home for he's a ramblin stone | |
Little girl, he can get darker than you've ever known | |
And he always rides alone | |
You're best to leave him alone for he's a ramblin stone | |
Little girl, things can get darker than you've ever known | |
And he always rides alone |
zuo qu : Jennings | |
Concrete Cowboys eat granite grits | |
They don' t always wear hats or sling guns on their hips | |
They know a song by the taste on her lips | |
And he' s as lonesome on any given day as the sound of that far away train that he prays someday will take him away | |
Lucky Lucinda was a big city girl | |
Hungerin' for | |
Country in a | |
RocknRoll world | |
Dice shooting | |
Darren was a sucker for | |
Mearle She saw the hollow look in his eyes | |
She longed to slide his boots under her bed tonight | |
You' ll never make him at home for he' s a ramblin stone | |
Little girl, he can get darker than you' ve ever known | |
And he always rides alone | |
You' re best to leave him alone for he' s a ramblin stone | |
Little girl, things can get darker than you' ve ever known | |
And he always rides alone |
zuò qǔ : Jennings | |
Concrete Cowboys eat granite grits | |
They don' t always wear hats or sling guns on their hips | |
They know a song by the taste on her lips | |
And he' s as lonesome on any given day as the sound of that far away train that he prays someday will take him away | |
Lucky Lucinda was a big city girl | |
Hungerin' for | |
Country in a | |
RocknRoll world | |
Dice shooting | |
Darren was a sucker for | |
Mearle She saw the hollow look in his eyes | |
She longed to slide his boots under her bed tonight | |
You' ll never make him at home for he' s a ramblin stone | |
Little girl, he can get darker than you' ve ever known | |
And he always rides alone | |
You' re best to leave him alone for he' s a ramblin stone | |
Little girl, things can get darker than you' ve ever known | |
And he always rides alone |