作词 : Clark, Mead | |
I just blew back in town | |
So I thought I'd hang around | |
I ain't got nothin' else to do | |
Don't see a soul I know | |
This street done took it's toll | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
The cops are sellin' souvenirs from cruisers | |
The tourists send up roses to the losers | |
Now all they wanna do is be ol' buckaroo | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
Now some blew all their pay | |
And some were blown away | |
But they all blew their hillbilly lids | |
Dancers all limp home | |
The street lets out a groane | |
And the whineo's are all snug under the bridge | |
Somewhere in the alley, in the corner of my eye | |
The ghost of Scotty Stoneman drinkin' Bluetail Fly | |
A message from the past, your next might be your last | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues |
zuo ci : Clark, Mead | |
I just blew back in town | |
So I thought I' d hang around | |
I ain' t got nothin' else to do | |
Don' t see a soul I know | |
This street done took it' s toll | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
The cops are sellin' souvenirs from cruisers | |
The tourists send up roses to the losers | |
Now all they wanna do is be ol' buckaroo | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
Now some blew all their pay | |
And some were blown away | |
But they all blew their hillbilly lids | |
Dancers all limp home | |
The street lets out a groane | |
And the whineo' s are all snug under the bridge | |
Somewhere in the alley, in the corner of my eye | |
The ghost of Scotty Stoneman drinkin' Bluetail Fly | |
A message from the past, your next might be your last | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues |
zuò cí : Clark, Mead | |
I just blew back in town | |
So I thought I' d hang around | |
I ain' t got nothin' else to do | |
Don' t see a soul I know | |
This street done took it' s toll | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
The cops are sellin' souvenirs from cruisers | |
The tourists send up roses to the losers | |
Now all they wanna do is be ol' buckaroo | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
Now some blew all their pay | |
And some were blown away | |
But they all blew their hillbilly lids | |
Dancers all limp home | |
The street lets out a groane | |
And the whineo' s are all snug under the bridge | |
Somewhere in the alley, in the corner of my eye | |
The ghost of Scotty Stoneman drinkin' Bluetail Fly | |
A message from the past, your next might be your last | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues | |
Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues |