《La Grande》歌词

[00:00:00] La Grande - Laura Gibson

[00:00:09] When the moon carves a trail

[00:00:12] Down the pine bearded hills

[00:00:14] And a ghost wind hollers to the early morn

[00:00:19] And the starlings return to

[00:00:21] The old sugar mill

[00:00:24] Stealing their corn from the grower's field

[00:00:29] Oh I'll be no more

[00:00:38] When we've covered our hands

[00:00:40] In the bone white clay

[00:00:43] And we've shaken the dust

[00:00:45] From every boot and spur

[00:00:48] We have counted our days

[00:00:50] In planks and rails

[00:00:52] We have kept our spirits

[00:00:55] In the dancing halls

[00:00:57] Oh I'll be no more

[00:01:17] When a cold corner stage in

[00:01:19] The back of the room

[00:01:22] Holds a house band carrying an orphan tune

[00:01:26] I would swing I would sway

[00:01:29] I would pull my hips

[00:01:31] To the sad chorus playing on the overheads

[00:01:36] Oh I'll be no more

[00:01:46] Oh I'll be no more

[00:01:56] Still to this day

[00:01:58] I can hear the whistle blow

[00:02:01] I can smell the sage burn

[00:02:04] I may be as old and stubborn as a pine

[00:02:09] But I am just as wild as the young

[00:02:45] When a ribbon is curved round

[00:02:48] The blue shadowed hills

[00:02:50] And the hot steel is humming

[00:02:53] Down the Union Line

[00:02:55] Whip thin hickory black tap tapping

[00:03:00] Our sad faced chatter into rhythm and rhyme

[00:03:05] Oh I'll be no more

[00:03:14] Oh I'll be no more