Song | Wrote It Down And Burned It |
Artist | John Hiatt |
Album | Walk On |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hiatt | |
There's a dead girl's body | |
By the railroad track | |
She's waiting for a train | |
Jimmy left town like a fade to black | |
In his camero in the rain | |
She wrote it down and burned it | |
Jimmy loves who knows who | |
Well he wasn't from around this town | |
And mister neither are you | |
She was listening into that monon line | |
For the wabash cannonball | |
Put your head on the rail | |
And you can hear her whine | |
Just like a caterwaul | |
She wrote it down and burned it | |
She clutched it flaming to her chest | |
It said jimmy loves cars | |
And jimmy loves trains | |
Ah but jimmy, jimmy loves me best | |
There's a dead girl's body | |
By the railroad track | |
Waiting for a train | |
Well i guess jimmy never did come back | |
In his camaro in the rain | |
She wrote it down and burned it | |
Yeah the only way i know | |
You could still read some words | |
In the ashes there | |
But she could not watch him go | |
She wrote it down and burned it |
zuo ci : Hiatt | |
There' s a dead girl' s body | |
By the railroad track | |
She' s waiting for a train | |
Jimmy left town like a fade to black | |
In his camero in the rain | |
She wrote it down and burned it | |
Jimmy loves who knows who | |
Well he wasn' t from around this town | |
And mister neither are you | |
She was listening into that monon line | |
For the wabash cannonball | |
Put your head on the rail | |
And you can hear her whine | |
Just like a caterwaul | |
She wrote it down and burned it | |
She clutched it flaming to her chest | |
It said jimmy loves cars | |
And jimmy loves trains | |
Ah but jimmy, jimmy loves me best | |
There' s a dead girl' s body | |
By the railroad track | |
Waiting for a train | |
Well i guess jimmy never did come back | |
In his camaro in the rain | |
She wrote it down and burned it | |
Yeah the only way i know | |
You could still read some words | |
In the ashes there | |
But she could not watch him go | |
She wrote it down and burned it |
zuò cí : Hiatt | |
There' s a dead girl' s body | |
By the railroad track | |
She' s waiting for a train | |
Jimmy left town like a fade to black | |
In his camero in the rain | |
She wrote it down and burned it | |
Jimmy loves who knows who | |
Well he wasn' t from around this town | |
And mister neither are you | |
She was listening into that monon line | |
For the wabash cannonball | |
Put your head on the rail | |
And you can hear her whine | |
Just like a caterwaul | |
She wrote it down and burned it | |
She clutched it flaming to her chest | |
It said jimmy loves cars | |
And jimmy loves trains | |
Ah but jimmy, jimmy loves me best | |
There' s a dead girl' s body | |
By the railroad track | |
Waiting for a train | |
Well i guess jimmy never did come back | |
In his camaro in the rain | |
She wrote it down and burned it | |
Yeah the only way i know | |
You could still read some words | |
In the ashes there | |
But she could not watch him go | |
She wrote it down and burned it |