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Ryan Adams
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作词:Ryan Adams
I was a poor little kid in the lungs of New York Like a motherless son of a bitch Loaded on Ephedrine, looking for downers and coke Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon
Singing and dancing to them night time songs
I took a train and came up from Carolina I was looking for something to do Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me And with nothing to gain there's always nothing to lose
Singing and dancing to them night time songs Cry me a river till the morning comes
I should've died a hundred thousand times Teetering stoned off the side of buildings Nobody loved me and nobody even tried You can't hang on to something that won't stop moving
Singing and dancing to them night time songs
I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out He leered at my lady and then he touched her face Thank God, she had the money to bail me out
Singing and dancing to them night time songs Cry me a river till the morning comes
Bar room boogie just like in the movies Go on put it to me, shake it till the rattles come on Take me where the morning don't come
I had a dog named Jet, when I was a kid Until one day he wandered off and died One night I went in the yard and dug him up And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Singing and dancing to them night time songs
I used to get loaded and baby I'd drive your car It seemed like there was always a cop Coming up behind me and following close as he could Eventually he'd just trail off
Loaded and cruising to them night time songs Cry me a river till the morning comes
Bar room boogie just like in the movies Go on put it to me, shake it till the rattles come on Take me where the morning don't come
I think I died a hundred thousand times Mixing liquor with them mystery pills Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine Face down, lyin' on the riverside
Most of my friends are married and making them babies To most of them I already died And whatever it is about you, I've always hated Is something about myself I just couldn't hide And I'm going, going, baby, I'm almost gone
So cry me a river to the other side of the morn
To where the morning don't come To where the morning don't come To where the morning don't come To where the morning don't come
To where the morning don't come To where the morning don't come To where the morning don't come To where the morning don't come
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