《Buffalo River Home》歌词

[00:00:00] Buffalo River Home - John Hiatt (约翰·亥特)

[00:00:01] Written by：John Hiatt

[00:00:20] I've been taking off and landing but this airport's closed

[00:00:27] And how much thicker this fog is gonna get god only knows

[00:00:37] Just when you think that you've got a grip

[00:00:40] Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip

[00:00:45] As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line

[00:00:52] Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters

[00:00:56] Of the south running halter skeletor

[00:01:00] Down through the Mississippi delta

[00:01:04] With no place to call your own

[00:01:08] Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings

[00:01:13] All along the paint was peeling

[00:01:17] Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

[00:01:20] With no rider in the flesh and bone

[00:01:26] Looking for his buffalo river home

[00:01:48] I've been circling the wagons down at times square

[00:01:55] Trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there

[00:02:05] Host when you think you can let it rip

[00:02:08] You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips

[00:02:13] As if you had some place better to go

[00:02:16] Or a better way to get there

[00:02:20] Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters

[00:02:25] Of the south running halter skeletor

[00:02:28] Down through the Mississippi delta

[00:02:32] With no place to call your own

[00:02:36] Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings

[00:02:41] All along the paint was peeling

[00:02:44] Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

[00:02:48] With no rider in the flesh and bone

[00:02:54] Looking for his buffalo river home

[00:03:15] Now there's only two things in life but I forget what they are

[00:03:23] It seems we're either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails

[00:03:27] Or wishing on stars

[00:03:32] Just when you think that you've been gaped

[00:03:35] The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip

[00:03:40] And you run off and join the circus

[00:03:43] Yeah you just let that pony ride

[00:03:47] Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters

[00:03:52] Of the south running halter skeletor

[00:03:56] Down through the Mississippi delta

[00:04:00] With no place to call your own

[00:04:04] Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings

[00:04:09] All along the paint was peeling

[00:04:12] Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

[00:04:16] With no rider in the flesh and bone

[00:04:21] Looking for his buffalo river home

[00:04:37] Looking for his buffalo river home