Song | To the Border and Beyond |
Artist | Collin Raye |
Album | Extremes |
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作词 : Raye | |
Lyrics:Collin Raye Music:Collin Raye | |
Well Duggan was a purebred hill country kicker | |
He loved to shoot his pistols | |
And he loved to drink his liquor | |
His daddy had long since given up on tryin' | |
To tame him | |
He knew he hated sweatin' in the fields | |
He couldn't blame him | |
But when his only son robbed the Chillicothe Flyer | |
He guessed the days were numbered | |
Till he'd have to face the fire | |
Well Duggan rode up to the house | |
His pa ran out to meet him | |
He said "Son, why'd you do it?" | |
Duggan said "I had my reasons" | |
His daddy told him, "Boy, you've always been | |
So full of juice, but any day your neck | |
It will be hangin' in a noose." | |
Duggan winked and mounted, stirred his | |
Horse into a lather | |
He never looked back... guess it really didn't matter | |
It wasn't too long till a team of Texas Rangers | |
Pounded on the door, man, faces | |
Filled with anger | |
Duggan's papa opened up, said "No need to shout, | |
I don't know where he is | |
But I know what he's all about." | |
He likes to dance out to the edge | |
He likes to cut to the chase | |
You see he's never been one for reinin' back | |
To a slow and steady pace | |
If you ask me where he's bound | |
Well, boys, I just can't respond | |
But from the look in his eyes | |
It's a safe bet he's headed | |
To the border and beyond. | |
Well the moral of this tale | |
Is you can't change a leopard's spots | |
Don't blame a man for failing to be | |
Something that he's not | |
So girl, with that in mind | |
Won't you step into the light | |
We'll move just left of center | |
Till we finally get it right | |
Remember I'm a push it to the limit | |
Kind of guy | |
You may ask me how we'll do it | |
But no need to ask me why | |
I like to dance out to the edge | |
I like to cut to the chase | |
You see, I've never been one for reinin' back | |
To a slow and steady pace | |
If you ask me where we're bound | |
Well, honey, I just can't respond | |
But from the look in your eyes | |
It's a safe bet we're headed | |
To the border and beyond. |
zuo ci : Raye | |
Lyrics: Collin Raye Music: Collin Raye | |
Well Duggan was a purebred hill country kicker | |
He loved to shoot his pistols | |
And he loved to drink his liquor | |
His daddy had long since given up on tryin' | |
To tame him | |
He knew he hated sweatin' in the fields | |
He couldn' t blame him | |
But when his only son robbed the Chillicothe Flyer | |
He guessed the days were numbered | |
Till he' d have to face the fire | |
Well Duggan rode up to the house | |
His pa ran out to meet him | |
He said " Son, why' d you do it?" | |
Duggan said " I had my reasons" | |
His daddy told him, " Boy, you' ve always been | |
So full of juice, but any day your neck | |
It will be hangin' in a noose." | |
Duggan winked and mounted, stirred his | |
Horse into a lather | |
He never looked back... guess it really didn' t matter | |
It wasn' t too long till a team of Texas Rangers | |
Pounded on the door, man, faces | |
Filled with anger | |
Duggan' s papa opened up, said " No need to shout, | |
I don' t know where he is | |
But I know what he' s all about." | |
He likes to dance out to the edge | |
He likes to cut to the chase | |
You see he' s never been one for reinin' back | |
To a slow and steady pace | |
If you ask me where he' s bound | |
Well, boys, I just can' t respond | |
But from the look in his eyes | |
It' s a safe bet he' s headed | |
To the border and beyond. | |
Well the moral of this tale | |
Is you can' t change a leopard' s spots | |
Don' t blame a man for failing to be | |
Something that he' s not | |
So girl, with that in mind | |
Won' t you step into the light | |
We' ll move just left of center | |
Till we finally get it right | |
Remember I' m a push it to the limit | |
Kind of guy | |
You may ask me how we' ll do it | |
But no need to ask me why | |
I like to dance out to the edge | |
I like to cut to the chase | |
You see, I' ve never been one for reinin' back | |
To a slow and steady pace | |
If you ask me where we' re bound | |
Well, honey, I just can' t respond | |
But from the look in your eyes | |
It' s a safe bet we' re headed | |
To the border and beyond. |
zuò cí : Raye | |
Lyrics: Collin Raye Music: Collin Raye | |
Well Duggan was a purebred hill country kicker | |
He loved to shoot his pistols | |
And he loved to drink his liquor | |
His daddy had long since given up on tryin' | |
To tame him | |
He knew he hated sweatin' in the fields | |
He couldn' t blame him | |
But when his only son robbed the Chillicothe Flyer | |
He guessed the days were numbered | |
Till he' d have to face the fire | |
Well Duggan rode up to the house | |
His pa ran out to meet him | |
He said " Son, why' d you do it?" | |
Duggan said " I had my reasons" | |
His daddy told him, " Boy, you' ve always been | |
So full of juice, but any day your neck | |
It will be hangin' in a noose." | |
Duggan winked and mounted, stirred his | |
Horse into a lather | |
He never looked back... guess it really didn' t matter | |
It wasn' t too long till a team of Texas Rangers | |
Pounded on the door, man, faces | |
Filled with anger | |
Duggan' s papa opened up, said " No need to shout, | |
I don' t know where he is | |
But I know what he' s all about." | |
He likes to dance out to the edge | |
He likes to cut to the chase | |
You see he' s never been one for reinin' back | |
To a slow and steady pace | |
If you ask me where he' s bound | |
Well, boys, I just can' t respond | |
But from the look in his eyes | |
It' s a safe bet he' s headed | |
To the border and beyond. | |
Well the moral of this tale | |
Is you can' t change a leopard' s spots | |
Don' t blame a man for failing to be | |
Something that he' s not | |
So girl, with that in mind | |
Won' t you step into the light | |
We' ll move just left of center | |
Till we finally get it right | |
Remember I' m a push it to the limit | |
Kind of guy | |
You may ask me how we' ll do it | |
But no need to ask me why | |
I like to dance out to the edge | |
I like to cut to the chase | |
You see, I' ve never been one for reinin' back | |
To a slow and steady pace | |
If you ask me where we' re bound | |
Well, honey, I just can' t respond | |
But from the look in your eyes | |
It' s a safe bet we' re headed | |
To the border and beyond. |