Song | Chestnut Street |
Artist | John Mellencamp |
Album | Chestnut Street Incident |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cougar | |
Written by John Mellencamp | |
Well I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved | |
in these small town streets too long | |
I've been up with the winners and down with the sinners | |
And hung on this corner 'til dawn | |
And my hands they have been tied | |
To a life I've been denied | |
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And workin' from nine to five | |
By the end of the day, all the kids would go play | |
And I'd come staggering home | |
With a dream in my hand and a master plan | |
That wouln't leave my mind alone | |
I compromised all my schemes | |
And flucturated all my dreams | |
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And nothing is like it really seems | |
(bridge) | |
But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks | |
The young girls fall back and say | |
There goes that sleek young silhouette | |
He don't drive no Corvette | |
But he stings just like a Sting Ray | |
And that's my only redemption in this house of detention | |
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away | |
'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
I say, God don't take this away | |
I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions | |
Gonna help me hide my pain | |
And all the hurt that I've felt underneath my leather studded belt | |
Of not finding fortune and fame | |
But some day I'll blow 'em away with the things that I may sing and | |
might say | |
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' for my pay dirt day | |
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' for my pay day |
zuo ci : Cougar | |
Written by John Mellencamp | |
Well I' ve lived and breathed and been disbelieved | |
in these small town streets too long | |
I' ve been up with the winners and down with the sinners | |
And hung on this corner ' til dawn | |
And my hands they have been tied | |
To a life I' ve been denied | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And workin' from nine to five | |
By the end of the day, all the kids would go play | |
And I' d come staggering home | |
With a dream in my hand and a master plan | |
That wouln' t leave my mind alone | |
I compromised all my schemes | |
And flucturated all my dreams | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And nothing is like it really seems | |
bridge | |
But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks | |
The young girls fall back and say | |
There goes that sleek young silhouette | |
He don' t drive no Corvette | |
But he stings just like a Sting Ray | |
And that' s my only redemption in this house of detention | |
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away | |
' Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
I say, God don' t take this away | |
I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions | |
Gonna help me hide my pain | |
And all the hurt that I' ve felt underneath my leather studded belt | |
Of not finding fortune and fame | |
But some day I' ll blow ' em away with the things that I may sing and | |
might say | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' for my pay dirt day | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' for my pay day |
zuò cí : Cougar | |
Written by John Mellencamp | |
Well I' ve lived and breathed and been disbelieved | |
in these small town streets too long | |
I' ve been up with the winners and down with the sinners | |
And hung on this corner ' til dawn | |
And my hands they have been tied | |
To a life I' ve been denied | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And workin' from nine to five | |
By the end of the day, all the kids would go play | |
And I' d come staggering home | |
With a dream in my hand and a master plan | |
That wouln' t leave my mind alone | |
I compromised all my schemes | |
And flucturated all my dreams | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And nothing is like it really seems | |
bridge | |
But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks | |
The young girls fall back and say | |
There goes that sleek young silhouette | |
He don' t drive no Corvette | |
But he stings just like a Sting Ray | |
And that' s my only redemption in this house of detention | |
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away | |
' Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
I say, God don' t take this away | |
I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions | |
Gonna help me hide my pain | |
And all the hurt that I' ve felt underneath my leather studded belt | |
Of not finding fortune and fame | |
But some day I' ll blow ' em away with the things that I may sing and | |
might say | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' for my pay dirt day | |
I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
And waitin' for my pay day |