Song | South Coast of Texas |
Artist | Guy Clark |
Album | Keepers [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Clark | |
The south coast of Texas is a thin slice of life | |
It' s salty and hard it it stern as a knife | |
Where the wind is for blwon' up hurricanes for showin' | |
The snakes how to swim and the trees how to lean | |
Chorus | |
The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints | |
Drinkin' em down for they sail with the dawn | |
They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campche | |
And the deck hands are singin' adios Jole Blon | |
There's snowbirds in search of that sunshine and night life | |
And fond of greasin' palms down the beach as they're goin' | |
This livin' on the edge of the waters of the world | |
Demands the dignity of whooping cranes and | |
The likes of Gilbert Roland | |
Chorus | |
In the cars of my youth how I tore thru those sand dunes | |
Cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads | |
But nothin' is forever say the old men in the shipyards | |
Turnin' trees into shrimp oats Hell I guess they ought to know | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Clark | |
The south coast of Texas is a thin slice of life | |
It' s salty and hard it it stern as a knife | |
Where the wind is for blwon' up hurricanes for showin' | |
The snakes how to swim and the trees how to lean | |
Chorus | |
The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints | |
Drinkin' em down for they sail with the dawn | |
They' re bound for the Mexican Bay of Campche | |
And the deck hands are singin' adios Jole Blon | |
There' s snowbirds in search of that sunshine and night life | |
And fond of greasin' palms down the beach as they' re goin' | |
This livin' on the edge of the waters of the world | |
Demands the dignity of whooping cranes and | |
The likes of Gilbert Roland | |
Chorus | |
In the cars of my youth how I tore thru those sand dunes | |
Cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads | |
But nothin' is forever say the old men in the shipyards | |
Turnin' trees into shrimp oats Hell I guess they ought to know | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Clark | |
The south coast of Texas is a thin slice of life | |
It' s salty and hard it it stern as a knife | |
Where the wind is for blwon' up hurricanes for showin' | |
The snakes how to swim and the trees how to lean | |
Chorus | |
The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints | |
Drinkin' em down for they sail with the dawn | |
They' re bound for the Mexican Bay of Campche | |
And the deck hands are singin' adios Jole Blon | |
There' s snowbirds in search of that sunshine and night life | |
And fond of greasin' palms down the beach as they' re goin' | |
This livin' on the edge of the waters of the world | |
Demands the dignity of whooping cranes and | |
The likes of Gilbert Roland | |
Chorus | |
In the cars of my youth how I tore thru those sand dunes | |
Cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads | |
But nothin' is forever say the old men in the shipyards | |
Turnin' trees into shrimp oats Hell I guess they ought to know | |
Chorus |