| Song | Road To Jubilee |
| Artist | David Starr |
| Album | Beauty & Ruin |
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| 作词 : David Starr/John Oates/Jim Lauderdale | |
| 作曲 : John Oates/Jim Lauderdale/David Starr | |
| Now I dream about big house by the side of Laurel Creek | |
| We’re sittin’ there in rockin’ chairs with children at our feet | |
| We’ve got a dog called Music and a mule to ride to town | |
| That’s all I ever wanted if I ever settled down | |
| When a boy from Texarkana met a girl who’d take his name | |
| Thought the love they made and the vows they gave always would remain | |
| Was a garden full of thorns but the roses smelled so sweet | |
| What was bound together was bound to break at the hands of love’s deceit | |
| On the road to Jubilee take me back in time | |
| Before I left for Tennessee living on memories | |
| On the road to Jubilee I keep a picture in my mind | |
| And I’m countin’ down the days ’til they set me free | |
| ’Til I’m walkin’ down the road to Jubilee | |
| Now it’s dark and cold and lonely inside these prison walls | |
| And I’m not to blame for a dead man’s crime but still I took the fall | |
| I’ve lost so many hours that I know I’ll never find | |
| Now I count the days ’til I walk away and leave this all behind | |
| Across the cotton fields I hear the church bells ringin’ | |
| Listen to the choir hear the spiritual singin’ | |
| Like sweet magnolia blossoms in the spring | |
| Bringin’ me back again, bringin’ me back again |
| zuo ci : David Starr John Oates Jim Lauderdale | |
| zuo qu : John Oates Jim Lauderdale David Starr | |
| Now I dream about big house by the side of Laurel Creek | |
| We' re sittin' there in rockin' chairs with children at our feet | |
| We' ve got a dog called Music and a mule to ride to town | |
| That' s all I ever wanted if I ever settled down | |
| When a boy from Texarkana met a girl who' d take his name | |
| Thought the love they made and the vows they gave always would remain | |
| Was a garden full of thorns but the roses smelled so sweet | |
| What was bound together was bound to break at the hands of love' s deceit | |
| On the road to Jubilee take me back in time | |
| Before I left for Tennessee living on memories | |
| On the road to Jubilee I keep a picture in my mind | |
| And I' m countin' down the days ' til they set me free | |
| ' Til I' m walkin' down the road to Jubilee | |
| Now it' s dark and cold and lonely inside these prison walls | |
| And I' m not to blame for a dead man' s crime but still I took the fall | |
| I' ve lost so many hours that I know I' ll never find | |
| Now I count the days ' til I walk away and leave this all behind | |
| Across the cotton fields I hear the church bells ringin' | |
| Listen to the choir hear the spiritual singin' | |
| Like sweet magnolia blossoms in the spring | |
| Bringin' me back again, bringin' me back again |
| zuò cí : David Starr John Oates Jim Lauderdale | |
| zuò qǔ : John Oates Jim Lauderdale David Starr | |
| Now I dream about big house by the side of Laurel Creek | |
| We' re sittin' there in rockin' chairs with children at our feet | |
| We' ve got a dog called Music and a mule to ride to town | |
| That' s all I ever wanted if I ever settled down | |
| When a boy from Texarkana met a girl who' d take his name | |
| Thought the love they made and the vows they gave always would remain | |
| Was a garden full of thorns but the roses smelled so sweet | |
| What was bound together was bound to break at the hands of love' s deceit | |
| On the road to Jubilee take me back in time | |
| Before I left for Tennessee living on memories | |
| On the road to Jubilee I keep a picture in my mind | |
| And I' m countin' down the days ' til they set me free | |
| ' Til I' m walkin' down the road to Jubilee | |
| Now it' s dark and cold and lonely inside these prison walls | |
| And I' m not to blame for a dead man' s crime but still I took the fall | |
| I' ve lost so many hours that I know I' ll never find | |
| Now I count the days ' til I walk away and leave this all behind | |
| Across the cotton fields I hear the church bells ringin' | |
| Listen to the choir hear the spiritual singin' | |
| Like sweet magnolia blossoms in the spring | |
| Bringin' me back again, bringin' me back again |