Song | Border of the Quarter |
Artist | Leon Redbone |
Album | Red to Blue |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Davis | |
I come back to New Orleans | |
'cause it's the only place I been | |
where the air's so thick and sweet | |
it feels like lovin' arms around me. | |
Lazy trees, an ocean breeze, | |
the rainy evenings listenin' | |
To music oozing out of every door. | |
It's like my heaven made to order | |
'side the border of the quarter | |
lord ain't no place like I ever been before. | |
I used to watch and wonder | |
at the ones who sang the blues | |
and try to find out why they wanna get so low | |
But even though I can't explain it now | |
I join in when they're singin' | |
and when the song is over | |
cry for more, Oh lord! | |
There's something 'bout the way | |
the women walk in New Orleans | |
Maybe it's just me 'cause | |
I'm in love with all I seen there | |
Bedroom by the balcony | |
laughter lifting from the streets - | |
forgetting what my pocketwatch is for | |
It's like my heaven made to order | |
inside the border of the quarter | |
lord there's no place like I ever been before. | |
I used to watch and wonder | |
at the ones who sang the blues | |
and try to find out why they wanna get so low | |
But even though I cant explain it now | |
I join in when they're singin' | |
and when the song is over | |
Cry for more, "Oh lord!" | |
I come back to New Orleans | |
'cause that's the only place I been | |
where the air's so thick and sweet | |
feels like lovin' arms around me. | |
Lazy trees, an ocean breeze | |
Rainy evenings listenin' | |
To music oozing out of every door. | |
It's like my heaven made to order | |
'side the border of the quarter | |
Lord ain't no place like I ever been before. |
zuo qu : Davis | |
I come back to New Orleans | |
' cause it' s the only place I been | |
where the air' s so thick and sweet | |
it feels like lovin' arms around me. | |
Lazy trees, an ocean breeze, | |
the rainy evenings listenin' | |
To music oozing out of every door. | |
It' s like my heaven made to order | |
' side the border of the quarter | |
lord ain' t no place like I ever been before. | |
I used to watch and wonder | |
at the ones who sang the blues | |
and try to find out why they wanna get so low | |
But even though I can' t explain it now | |
I join in when they' re singin' | |
and when the song is over | |
cry for more, Oh lord! | |
There' s something ' bout the way | |
the women walk in New Orleans | |
Maybe it' s just me ' cause | |
I' m in love with all I seen there | |
Bedroom by the balcony | |
laughter lifting from the streets | |
forgetting what my pocketwatch is for | |
It' s like my heaven made to order | |
inside the border of the quarter | |
lord there' s no place like I ever been before. | |
I used to watch and wonder | |
at the ones who sang the blues | |
and try to find out why they wanna get so low | |
But even though I cant explain it now | |
I join in when they' re singin' | |
and when the song is over | |
Cry for more, " Oh lord!" | |
I come back to New Orleans | |
' cause that' s the only place I been | |
where the air' s so thick and sweet | |
feels like lovin' arms around me. | |
Lazy trees, an ocean breeze | |
Rainy evenings listenin' | |
To music oozing out of every door. | |
It' s like my heaven made to order | |
' side the border of the quarter | |
Lord ain' t no place like I ever been before. |
zuò qǔ : Davis | |
I come back to New Orleans | |
' cause it' s the only place I been | |
where the air' s so thick and sweet | |
it feels like lovin' arms around me. | |
Lazy trees, an ocean breeze, | |
the rainy evenings listenin' | |
To music oozing out of every door. | |
It' s like my heaven made to order | |
' side the border of the quarter | |
lord ain' t no place like I ever been before. | |
I used to watch and wonder | |
at the ones who sang the blues | |
and try to find out why they wanna get so low | |
But even though I can' t explain it now | |
I join in when they' re singin' | |
and when the song is over | |
cry for more, Oh lord! | |
There' s something ' bout the way | |
the women walk in New Orleans | |
Maybe it' s just me ' cause | |
I' m in love with all I seen there | |
Bedroom by the balcony | |
laughter lifting from the streets | |
forgetting what my pocketwatch is for | |
It' s like my heaven made to order | |
inside the border of the quarter | |
lord there' s no place like I ever been before. | |
I used to watch and wonder | |
at the ones who sang the blues | |
and try to find out why they wanna get so low | |
But even though I cant explain it now | |
I join in when they' re singin' | |
and when the song is over | |
Cry for more, " Oh lord!" | |
I come back to New Orleans | |
' cause that' s the only place I been | |
where the air' s so thick and sweet | |
feels like lovin' arms around me. | |
Lazy trees, an ocean breeze | |
Rainy evenings listenin' | |
To music oozing out of every door. | |
It' s like my heaven made to order | |
' side the border of the quarter | |
Lord ain' t no place like I ever been before. |