127 Rose Avenue Lyrics
| Song | 127 Rose Avenue |
| Artist | Hank Williams, Jr. |
| Album | 127 Rose Avenue |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hood, McGuire, Williams | |
| Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south | |
| Magnolias sway in the breeze | |
| To the lonesome sound of a redbone hound | |
| Howlin' at the moon and the trees | |
| There's a sad eyed boy with his guitar | |
| Cuttin' his teeth on the blues | |
| Wishin' on a fallin' star at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| The distant moan of a midnight train | |
| Comes blowin' through the night | |
| He dips his pen in tears and pain and he begins to write' | |
| Bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly | |
| And the Indian he once knew' | |
| Bout the lost highways and purple skies at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| Caretaker said as he shook his head | |
| Son, do you believe in ghosts? | |
| For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill | |
| That he felt long ago | |
| So I bought me a ticket at the front door | |
| Guess who was there inside | |
| I felt his presence through the whole tour | |
| God, I swear he was alive | |
| I saw the train, | |
| I felt the pain | |
| I heard him moanin' the blues | |
| Twenty nine years of memories at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| Caretaker said as he shook his head | |
| Son, do you believe in ghosts? | |
| For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill | |
| He felt long ago | |
| Another sad eyed boy with his guitar | |
| Cuttin' his teeth on the blues | |
| Here I am wishin' on a fallin' star at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| It ain't in | |
| NashvilleIt's not in | |
| Montgomery127, | |
| Rose Avenue |
| zuo qu : Hood, McGuire, Williams | |
| Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south | |
| Magnolias sway in the breeze | |
| To the lonesome sound of a redbone hound | |
| Howlin' at the moon and the trees | |
| There' s a sad eyed boy with his guitar | |
| Cuttin' his teeth on the blues | |
| Wishin' on a fallin' star at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| The distant moan of a midnight train | |
| Comes blowin' through the night | |
| He dips his pen in tears and pain and he begins to write' | |
| Bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly | |
| And the Indian he once knew' | |
| Bout the lost highways and purple skies at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| Caretaker said as he shook his head | |
| Son, do you believe in ghosts? | |
| For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill | |
| That he felt long ago | |
| So I bought me a ticket at the front door | |
| Guess who was there inside | |
| I felt his presence through the whole tour | |
| God, I swear he was alive | |
| I saw the train, | |
| I felt the pain | |
| I heard him moanin' the blues | |
| Twenty nine years of memories at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| Caretaker said as he shook his head | |
| Son, do you believe in ghosts? | |
| For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill | |
| He felt long ago | |
| Another sad eyed boy with his guitar | |
| Cuttin' his teeth on the blues | |
| Here I am wishin' on a fallin' star at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| It ain' t in | |
| NashvilleIt' s not in | |
| Montgomery127, | |
| Rose Avenue |
| zuò qǔ : Hood, McGuire, Williams | |
| Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south | |
| Magnolias sway in the breeze | |
| To the lonesome sound of a redbone hound | |
| Howlin' at the moon and the trees | |
| There' s a sad eyed boy with his guitar | |
| Cuttin' his teeth on the blues | |
| Wishin' on a fallin' star at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| The distant moan of a midnight train | |
| Comes blowin' through the night | |
| He dips his pen in tears and pain and he begins to write' | |
| Bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly | |
| And the Indian he once knew' | |
| Bout the lost highways and purple skies at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| Caretaker said as he shook his head | |
| Son, do you believe in ghosts? | |
| For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill | |
| That he felt long ago | |
| So I bought me a ticket at the front door | |
| Guess who was there inside | |
| I felt his presence through the whole tour | |
| God, I swear he was alive | |
| I saw the train, | |
| I felt the pain | |
| I heard him moanin' the blues | |
| Twenty nine years of memories at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| Caretaker said as he shook his head | |
| Son, do you believe in ghosts? | |
| For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill | |
| He felt long ago | |
| Another sad eyed boy with his guitar | |
| Cuttin' his teeth on the blues | |
| Here I am wishin' on a fallin' star at 127, | |
| Rose Avenue | |
| It ain' t in | |
| NashvilleIt' s not in | |
| Montgomery127, | |
| Rose Avenue |
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