| Song | Me I'm Feeling the Same |
| Artist | Guy Clark |
| Album | Texas Cookin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Clark | |
| Hooray for the drinkin' warm red wine | |
| On a day both bright and fair | |
| Hooray for the layin' and playin' a tune | |
| On the sunlight through your hair, your hair | |
| The sunlight through your haur | |
| Well I wish that I was a fiddle bow | |
| Flyin across the strings | |
| And you;ve takin me at hand these days | |
| By making that fiddle sing to you, | |
| Makin that fiddle sing | |
| Chorus | |
| I wanna be felling that feelin, ood | |
| I wanna be feelin' no pain | |
| I wan to be feelin my love love me | |
| Me, I'm feelin the same, the same | |
| Me, I'm feeling the same | |
| Now you lookin' like the mornin' side | |
| Of the best day I've ever seen | |
| You lookin' like hope to a hopeless fool | |
| Like the end of an old bad dream, I mean | |
| That it must've been an old bad dream | |
| So let's go sailin from shore to sea | |
| On a ship both bright and fine | |
| And we'll run and hollar before the wind | |
| To begin no wearin' time, oh time | |
| With a fiddle and that wine |
| zuo qu : Clark | |
| Hooray for the drinkin' warm red wine | |
| On a day both bright and fair | |
| Hooray for the layin' and playin' a tune | |
| On the sunlight through your hair, your hair | |
| The sunlight through your haur | |
| Well I wish that I was a fiddle bow | |
| Flyin across the strings | |
| And you ve takin me at hand these days | |
| By making that fiddle sing to you, | |
| Makin that fiddle sing | |
| Chorus | |
| I wanna be felling that feelin, ood | |
| I wanna be feelin' no pain | |
| I wan to be feelin my love love me | |
| Me, I' m feelin the same, the same | |
| Me, I' m feeling the same | |
| Now you lookin' like the mornin' side | |
| Of the best day I' ve ever seen | |
| You lookin' like hope to a hopeless fool | |
| Like the end of an old bad dream, I mean | |
| That it must' ve been an old bad dream | |
| So let' s go sailin from shore to sea | |
| On a ship both bright and fine | |
| And we' ll run and hollar before the wind | |
| To begin no wearin' time, oh time | |
| With a fiddle and that wine |
| zuò qǔ : Clark | |
| Hooray for the drinkin' warm red wine | |
| On a day both bright and fair | |
| Hooray for the layin' and playin' a tune | |
| On the sunlight through your hair, your hair | |
| The sunlight through your haur | |
| Well I wish that I was a fiddle bow | |
| Flyin across the strings | |
| And you ve takin me at hand these days | |
| By making that fiddle sing to you, | |
| Makin that fiddle sing | |
| Chorus | |
| I wanna be felling that feelin, ood | |
| I wanna be feelin' no pain | |
| I wan to be feelin my love love me | |
| Me, I' m feelin the same, the same | |
| Me, I' m feeling the same | |
| Now you lookin' like the mornin' side | |
| Of the best day I' ve ever seen | |
| You lookin' like hope to a hopeless fool | |
| Like the end of an old bad dream, I mean | |
| That it must' ve been an old bad dream | |
| So let' s go sailin from shore to sea | |
| On a ship both bright and fine | |
| And we' ll run and hollar before the wind | |
| To begin no wearin' time, oh time | |
| With a fiddle and that wine |