Song | From The Bottle To The Bottom |
Artist | Kris Kristofferson |
Album | Full Moon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kristofferson | |
You ask me if | |
I'm happy now that's good as any joke | |
I've heard | |
It seems that since | |
I've seen you last | |
I done forgot the meanin' of the word | |
If happiness is empty rooms and drinkin' in the afternoon | |
Well I suppose | |
I'm happy as a clam | |
But if it's got a thing to do with smilin' of forgettin' you | |
Well I don't guess that | |
I could say | |
I amDid you ever see a down and outer waking up alone | |
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew | |
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper | |
He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through | |
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants | |
Because he's never seen a single dream come true | |
That's the way that | |
I've been feelin' since the day | |
I started falling | |
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool | |
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you | |
You wonder if | |
I'm better off with freedom now to do the things | |
I chooseWith all my times my own and | |
I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose | |
There's no one here to carry on | |
If I stay out the whole night long | |
Give a cankerous damn if | |
I don't call | |
I'm livin' like | |
I wanted to and doin' things | |
I wanna do | |
And nothin' means a thing to me at all | |
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone | |
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew | |
When the water from the weeds soaked the paper | |
He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through | |
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants | |
Because he's never seen a single dream come true | |
That's the way that | |
I've been feelin' since the day | |
I started falling | |
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool | |
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you |
zuo ci : Kristofferson | |
You ask me if | |
I' m happy now that' s good as any joke | |
I' ve heard | |
It seems that since | |
I' ve seen you last | |
I done forgot the meanin' of the word | |
If happiness is empty rooms and drinkin' in the afternoon | |
Well I suppose | |
I' m happy as a clam | |
But if it' s got a thing to do with smilin' of forgettin' you | |
Well I don' t guess that | |
I could say | |
I amDid you ever see a down and outer waking up alone | |
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew | |
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper | |
He' s been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through | |
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants | |
Because he' s never seen a single dream come true | |
That' s the way that | |
I' ve been feelin' since the day | |
I started falling | |
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool | |
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you | |
You wonder if | |
I' m better off with freedom now to do the things | |
I chooseWith all my times my own and | |
I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose | |
There' s no one here to carry on | |
If I stay out the whole night long | |
Give a cankerous damn if | |
I don' t call | |
I' m livin' like | |
I wanted to and doin' things | |
I wanna do | |
And nothin' means a thing to me at all | |
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone | |
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew | |
When the water from the weeds soaked the paper | |
He' s been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through | |
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants | |
Because he' s never seen a single dream come true | |
That' s the way that | |
I' ve been feelin' since the day | |
I started falling | |
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool | |
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you |
zuò cí : Kristofferson | |
You ask me if | |
I' m happy now that' s good as any joke | |
I' ve heard | |
It seems that since | |
I' ve seen you last | |
I done forgot the meanin' of the word | |
If happiness is empty rooms and drinkin' in the afternoon | |
Well I suppose | |
I' m happy as a clam | |
But if it' s got a thing to do with smilin' of forgettin' you | |
Well I don' t guess that | |
I could say | |
I amDid you ever see a down and outer waking up alone | |
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew | |
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper | |
He' s been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through | |
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants | |
Because he' s never seen a single dream come true | |
That' s the way that | |
I' ve been feelin' since the day | |
I started falling | |
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool | |
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you | |
You wonder if | |
I' m better off with freedom now to do the things | |
I chooseWith all my times my own and | |
I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose | |
There' s no one here to carry on | |
If I stay out the whole night long | |
Give a cankerous damn if | |
I don' t call | |
I' m livin' like | |
I wanted to and doin' things | |
I wanna do | |
And nothin' means a thing to me at all | |
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone | |
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew | |
When the water from the weeds soaked the paper | |
He' s been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through | |
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants | |
Because he' s never seen a single dream come true | |
That' s the way that | |
I' ve been feelin' since the day | |
I started falling | |
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool | |
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you |