Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands Well, you get in that kitchen, make some noise with the pots 'n pans Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through Way you wear those dresses, the s
is it ever gonna not be so hard to see you around? am i really really really really gonna have to really gonna have to really have to leave town? i mean i called upon a bunch of angels calling angels ain't you supposed to come and take away these blu
Oh the weather ain't so fine today Darling it's just right for me 'Cause I've been thinking of you Got these far away blues Oh the water's mad She's been fighting with the wind I've been thinkin' of you Got these far away blues So please don't take m
When I get the blues, I get me a rockin' chair Well, if the blues overtake me gonna rock right away from here Now when I get lonesome, I jump on the telephone When I get lonesome, I jump on the telephone I call my baby, tell her I'm on my way back ho
Ah let 'em roll like a big wheel In a Georgia cotton field Honey hush. Come in this house, stop all that yackety yack Come in this house, stop all that yackety yack Come fix my supper, don't want no talkin' back Well, you keep on jabberin', you talk
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands Well, you get in that kitchen, make some noise with the pots 'n pans Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through Way you wear those dresses, the s
Well I'm from the country baby, just blowed into your great big town Well I'm from the country baby, just blowed into your great big town Well, I heard about you baby and I know what you've been putting down Well I know you baby, you're from Oke-She-
jimmy eat world - gotta be somebody's blues 歌词从xiami.com下载 制作 let the water come she's the only one i love let the fat man draw she's the sweetest honey pot will they see the sky again? who will sing they're blues for them? let the factory's rust she
I hear that death sound, baby, Oh, like an echo in my brain. I hear that death sound, baby, Oh, like an echo in my brain, brain. Well, there's a part of us dying, You know that things will never be the same, Ah, never be the same! I feel the black na
Well I look down from this eagle, I see Texas land, flat, as expectation, I see a million water towers, They mock a million different towns Across the nation. And this morning, from a train, I watched a soldier kiss his sweetheart At the station. We