Song | My Neck of the Woods |
Artist | Blake Shelton |
Album | The Dreamer |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ellis, Montana, Shelton | |
Grandpa's down by the two lane | |
In the blazing sun or pouring rain | |
Sells tomatoes from the back of his pickup truck | |
Reads the | |
Bible line for line | |
While sipping on some homemade wine | |
That's who he is | |
And what he does | |
He's just like us | |
My Dad's got a crippled hand a casualty of | |
VietnamBut he's still down at the sawmill every day | |
Oh and first thing before the break of dawn | |
Mama's got his eggs and coffee on | |
My whole life it's been that way | |
We come from back in the hollers | |
We got sweat on our blue collars | |
The living is hard but the living is good | |
You see God sent the heavens down | |
And hung 'em 'round my neck of the woods | |
Just as sure as the river flows | |
We take care of our own | |
Step right up when someone needs a friend | |
Last year on the | |
Johnson farm | |
A fire wiped out the house and barn | |
The whole town showed up | |
To build 'em back again, all right | |
We come from back in the hollers | |
We got sweat on our blue collars | |
The living is hard but the living is good | |
You see God sent the heavens down | |
And hung 'em 'round my neck of the woods | |
We come from back in the hollers | |
We got sweat on our blue collars | |
The living is hard but the living is good | |
You see God sent the heavens down | |
And hung 'em 'round my neck of the woods |
zuo qu : Ellis, Montana, Shelton | |
Grandpa' s down by the two lane | |
In the blazing sun or pouring rain | |
Sells tomatoes from the back of his pickup truck | |
Reads the | |
Bible line for line | |
While sipping on some homemade wine | |
That' s who he is | |
And what he does | |
He' s just like us | |
My Dad' s got a crippled hand a casualty of | |
VietnamBut he' s still down at the sawmill every day | |
Oh and first thing before the break of dawn | |
Mama' s got his eggs and coffee on | |
My whole life it' s been that way | |
We come from back in the hollers | |
We got sweat on our blue collars | |
The living is hard but the living is good | |
You see God sent the heavens down | |
And hung ' em ' round my neck of the woods | |
Just as sure as the river flows | |
We take care of our own | |
Step right up when someone needs a friend | |
Last year on the | |
Johnson farm | |
A fire wiped out the house and barn | |
The whole town showed up | |
To build ' em back again, all right | |
We come from back in the hollers | |
We got sweat on our blue collars | |
The living is hard but the living is good | |
You see God sent the heavens down | |
And hung ' em ' round my neck of the woods | |
We come from back in the hollers | |
We got sweat on our blue collars | |
The living is hard but the living is good | |
You see God sent the heavens down | |
And hung ' em ' round my neck of the woods |
zuò qǔ : Ellis, Montana, Shelton | |
Grandpa' s down by the two lane | |
In the blazing sun or pouring rain | |
Sells tomatoes from the back of his pickup truck | |
Reads the | |
Bible line for line | |
While sipping on some homemade wine | |
That' s who he is | |
And what he does | |
He' s just like us | |
My Dad' s got a crippled hand a casualty of | |
VietnamBut he' s still down at the sawmill every day | |
Oh and first thing before the break of dawn | |
Mama' s got his eggs and coffee on | |
My whole life it' s been that way | |
We come from back in the hollers | |
We got sweat on our blue collars | |
The living is hard but the living is good | |
You see God sent the heavens down | |
And hung ' em ' round my neck of the woods | |
Just as sure as the river flows | |
We take care of our own | |
Step right up when someone needs a friend | |
Last year on the | |
Johnson farm | |
A fire wiped out the house and barn | |
The whole town showed up | |
To build ' em back again, all right | |
We come from back in the hollers | |
We got sweat on our blue collars | |
The living is hard but the living is good | |
You see God sent the heavens down | |
And hung ' em ' round my neck of the woods | |
We come from back in the hollers | |
We got sweat on our blue collars | |
The living is hard but the living is good | |
You see God sent the heavens down | |
And hung ' em ' round my neck of the woods |