Song | Gideon Tanner |
Artist | Kenny Rogers |
Album | Very Best Of Kenny Rogers |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carnes, Ellingson | |
I've been riding all night just to get here | |
Don't you be throwing us out so soon | |
Across the whole damn South with cotton-mouth | |
Now we got some drinking to do. | |
We've been stuck on the range for 45 days | |
And that's a long long time | |
We ain't leaving this place 'til there's a smile on our face | |
And the whole room is a friend of mine. | |
So won't you line 'em all up and slide 'em all down | |
And let's hear the jukebox roll | |
We've been living on bacon and beans | |
Playing the jacks and the queens. | |
But we still got some money to blow | |
And the times ain't wild enough | |
We dig our spurs in the make them jump | |
We're riding shotgun with the devil | |
We're the buckaroos. | |
My name is Gideon Tanner | |
I've been a man of good manners | |
I won't dance 'til the ladies ask me | |
I simply tip my hat, I smile and sit back | |
And then I wait for that friendly stampede. | |
I started dancing so tight that this girl turned white | |
I thought she must be passing away | |
I said: now don't let me down, 'Cause when I hit this town | |
I've got to live my whole life in a day. | |
So won't you line 'em all up and slide 'em all down | |
And let's hear the jukebox roll | |
We've been living on bacon and beans | |
Playing the jacks and the queens... |
zuo ci : Carnes, Ellingson | |
I' ve been riding all night just to get here | |
Don' t you be throwing us out so soon | |
Across the whole damn South with cottonmouth | |
Now we got some drinking to do. | |
We' ve been stuck on the range for 45 days | |
And that' s a long long time | |
We ain' t leaving this place ' til there' s a smile on our face | |
And the whole room is a friend of mine. | |
So won' t you line ' em all up and slide ' em all down | |
And let' s hear the jukebox roll | |
We' ve been living on bacon and beans | |
Playing the jacks and the queens. | |
But we still got some money to blow | |
And the times ain' t wild enough | |
We dig our spurs in the make them jump | |
We' re riding shotgun with the devil | |
We' re the buckaroos. | |
My name is Gideon Tanner | |
I' ve been a man of good manners | |
I won' t dance ' til the ladies ask me | |
I simply tip my hat, I smile and sit back | |
And then I wait for that friendly stampede. | |
I started dancing so tight that this girl turned white | |
I thought she must be passing away | |
I said: now don' t let me down, ' Cause when I hit this town | |
I' ve got to live my whole life in a day. | |
So won' t you line ' em all up and slide ' em all down | |
And let' s hear the jukebox roll | |
We' ve been living on bacon and beans | |
Playing the jacks and the queens... |
zuò cí : Carnes, Ellingson | |
I' ve been riding all night just to get here | |
Don' t you be throwing us out so soon | |
Across the whole damn South with cottonmouth | |
Now we got some drinking to do. | |
We' ve been stuck on the range for 45 days | |
And that' s a long long time | |
We ain' t leaving this place ' til there' s a smile on our face | |
And the whole room is a friend of mine. | |
So won' t you line ' em all up and slide ' em all down | |
And let' s hear the jukebox roll | |
We' ve been living on bacon and beans | |
Playing the jacks and the queens. | |
But we still got some money to blow | |
And the times ain' t wild enough | |
We dig our spurs in the make them jump | |
We' re riding shotgun with the devil | |
We' re the buckaroos. | |
My name is Gideon Tanner | |
I' ve been a man of good manners | |
I won' t dance ' til the ladies ask me | |
I simply tip my hat, I smile and sit back | |
And then I wait for that friendly stampede. | |
I started dancing so tight that this girl turned white | |
I thought she must be passing away | |
I said: now don' t let me down, ' Cause when I hit this town | |
I' ve got to live my whole life in a day. | |
So won' t you line ' em all up and slide ' em all down | |
And let' s hear the jukebox roll | |
We' ve been living on bacon and beans | |
Playing the jacks and the queens... |