Song | Lonesome Road |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | Joan Baez, Vol. Ii |
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作词 : Traditional | |
Song Title: Lonesome Road | |
Artist(Band): Joan Baez | |
Look up and down that lonesome road, | |
hang down your head and cry - my Lord! | |
hang down your head and cry | |
They say all good friends must part sometimes | |
why not you and I (my Lord) | |
why not you and I | |
I wish to the Lord that I've never been born, | |
or died when I was a baby, my Lord! | |
or died when I was a baby | |
I would've not been here eating this cold cold bread | |
and supping this salty gravy, my Lord! | |
and supping this salty gravy | |
I wish to the Lord that I've never seen your face, | |
heard your lying tongue, my Lord! | |
heard your lying tongue | |
So look up and down that lonesome road, | |
all our friends have gone, my Lord! | |
and you and I must go | |
Look up and down that lonesome road, | |
hang down your head and cry - my Lord! | |
hang down your head and cry |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
Song Title: Lonesome Road | |
Artist Band: Joan Baez | |
Look up and down that lonesome road, | |
hang down your head and cry my Lord! | |
hang down your head and cry | |
They say all good friends must part sometimes | |
why not you and I my Lord | |
why not you and I | |
I wish to the Lord that I' ve never been born, | |
or died when I was a baby, my Lord! | |
or died when I was a baby | |
I would' ve not been here eating this cold cold bread | |
and supping this salty gravy, my Lord! | |
and supping this salty gravy | |
I wish to the Lord that I' ve never seen your face, | |
heard your lying tongue, my Lord! | |
heard your lying tongue | |
So look up and down that lonesome road, | |
all our friends have gone, my Lord! | |
and you and I must go | |
Look up and down that lonesome road, | |
hang down your head and cry my Lord! | |
hang down your head and cry |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Song Title: Lonesome Road | |
Artist Band: Joan Baez | |
Look up and down that lonesome road, | |
hang down your head and cry my Lord! | |
hang down your head and cry | |
They say all good friends must part sometimes | |
why not you and I my Lord | |
why not you and I | |
I wish to the Lord that I' ve never been born, | |
or died when I was a baby, my Lord! | |
or died when I was a baby | |
I would' ve not been here eating this cold cold bread | |
and supping this salty gravy, my Lord! | |
and supping this salty gravy | |
I wish to the Lord that I' ve never seen your face, | |
heard your lying tongue, my Lord! | |
heard your lying tongue | |
So look up and down that lonesome road, | |
all our friends have gone, my Lord! | |
and you and I must go | |
Look up and down that lonesome road, | |
hang down your head and cry my Lord! | |
hang down your head and cry |