Song | And It Stoned Me |
Artist | Van Morrison |
Album | Still On Top - The Greatest Hits |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Morrison | |
Half a mile from the county fair | |
And the rain keep pourin' down | |
Me and Billy standin' there | |
With a silver half a crown | |
Hands are full of a fishin' rod | |
And the tackle on our backs | |
We just stood there gettin' wet | |
With our backs against the fence | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Hope it don't rain all day | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like | |
Jelly Roll | |
And it stoned me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like goin' home | |
And it stoned me | |
Then the rain let up and the sun came up | |
And we were gettin' dry | |
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by | |
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned | |
And he dropped us up the road | |
We looked at the swim and we jumped right in | |
Not to mention fishing poles | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Let it run all over me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like | |
Jelly Roll | |
And it stoned me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like goin' home | |
And it stoned me | |
On the way back home we sang a song | |
But our throats were getting dry | |
Then we saw the man from across the road | |
With the sunshine in his eyes | |
Well, he lived all alone in his own little home | |
With a great big gallon jar | |
There were bottles too, one for me and you | |
And he said, "Hey, there you are" | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Get it myself | |
From the mountain stream | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like | |
Jelly Roll | |
And it stoned me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like goin' home | |
And it stoned me |
zuo ci : Morrison | |
Half a mile from the county fair | |
And the rain keep pourin' down | |
Me and Billy standin' there | |
With a silver half a crown | |
Hands are full of a fishin' rod | |
And the tackle on our backs | |
We just stood there gettin' wet | |
With our backs against the fence | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Hope it don' t rain all day | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like | |
Jelly Roll | |
And it stoned me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like goin' home | |
And it stoned me | |
Then the rain let up and the sun came up | |
And we were gettin' dry | |
Almost let a pickup truck nearly pass us by | |
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned | |
And he dropped us up the road | |
We looked at the swim and we jumped right in | |
Not to mention fishing poles | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Let it run all over me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like | |
Jelly Roll | |
And it stoned me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like goin' home | |
And it stoned me | |
On the way back home we sang a song | |
But our throats were getting dry | |
Then we saw the man from across the road | |
With the sunshine in his eyes | |
Well, he lived all alone in his own little home | |
With a great big gallon jar | |
There were bottles too, one for me and you | |
And he said, " Hey, there you are" | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Get it myself | |
From the mountain stream | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like | |
Jelly Roll | |
And it stoned me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like goin' home | |
And it stoned me |
zuò cí : Morrison | |
Half a mile from the county fair | |
And the rain keep pourin' down | |
Me and Billy standin' there | |
With a silver half a crown | |
Hands are full of a fishin' rod | |
And the tackle on our backs | |
We just stood there gettin' wet | |
With our backs against the fence | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Hope it don' t rain all day | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like | |
Jelly Roll | |
And it stoned me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like goin' home | |
And it stoned me | |
Then the rain let up and the sun came up | |
And we were gettin' dry | |
Almost let a pickup truck nearly pass us by | |
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned | |
And he dropped us up the road | |
We looked at the swim and we jumped right in | |
Not to mention fishing poles | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Let it run all over me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like | |
Jelly Roll | |
And it stoned me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like goin' home | |
And it stoned me | |
On the way back home we sang a song | |
But our throats were getting dry | |
Then we saw the man from across the road | |
With the sunshine in his eyes | |
Well, he lived all alone in his own little home | |
With a great big gallon jar | |
There were bottles too, one for me and you | |
And he said, " Hey, there you are" | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Oh, the water | |
Get it myself | |
From the mountain stream | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like | |
Jelly Roll | |
And it stoned me | |
And it stoned me to my soul | |
Stoned me just like goin' home | |
And it stoned me |