Song | The Range War |
Artist | Todd Rundgren |
Album | Runt: The Ballad of Todd Rundgren |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rundgren | |
Yore daddy runs sheep and mah uncle runs cattle | |
Nothin' can keep us out of this battle they wage | |
As it burns up the range, 'til no man is left | |
In the saddle | |
Yore ranch is upstream and they dammed up the water | |
Thirsty cows scream for mah uncle to slaughter | |
The sheep while yore daddy's asleep | |
And i do the same for his daughter | |
If i had my own way, we would be together | |
Back in pittsburgh | |
It's the only town east of the river i know | |
And i feel kinda bad, bringin' our grief | |
Upon this pore old farmer's house | |
But we ain't got nowhere else to go | |
Three years on this range since they started the range war | |
Nothing has changed except maybe change for the worst | |
If i'd married you first, | |
There might not have been any range war | |
You wouldn't be lost to the range war |
zuo qu : Rundgren | |
Yore daddy runs sheep and mah uncle runs cattle | |
Nothin' can keep us out of this battle they wage | |
As it burns up the range, ' til no man is left | |
In the saddle | |
Yore ranch is upstream and they dammed up the water | |
Thirsty cows scream for mah uncle to slaughter | |
The sheep while yore daddy' s asleep | |
And i do the same for his daughter | |
If i had my own way, we would be together | |
Back in pittsburgh | |
It' s the only town east of the river i know | |
And i feel kinda bad, bringin' our grief | |
Upon this pore old farmer' s house | |
But we ain' t got nowhere else to go | |
Three years on this range since they started the range war | |
Nothing has changed except maybe change for the worst | |
If i' d married you first, | |
There might not have been any range war | |
You wouldn' t be lost to the range war |
zuò qǔ : Rundgren | |
Yore daddy runs sheep and mah uncle runs cattle | |
Nothin' can keep us out of this battle they wage | |
As it burns up the range, ' til no man is left | |
In the saddle | |
Yore ranch is upstream and they dammed up the water | |
Thirsty cows scream for mah uncle to slaughter | |
The sheep while yore daddy' s asleep | |
And i do the same for his daughter | |
If i had my own way, we would be together | |
Back in pittsburgh | |
It' s the only town east of the river i know | |
And i feel kinda bad, bringin' our grief | |
Upon this pore old farmer' s house | |
But we ain' t got nowhere else to go | |
Three years on this range since they started the range war | |
Nothing has changed except maybe change for the worst | |
If i' d married you first, | |
There might not have been any range war | |
You wouldn' t be lost to the range war |