LRC歌词
[ilingku:122]
[ver:v1.0]
[ti:]
[ar:]
[al:]
[by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810]
[00:15.550]She weren't much to look at
[00:18.720]She weren't much to ride
[00:22.100]She was missing a window on her passenger side
[00:29.110]The floorboard was patched up with paper and tar
[00:35.770]But I really was something in my old yellow car
[00:44.220]An american boy with his hands on the wheel
[00:51.000]Of a dream that was made of american steel
[00:57.750]Though the seats had the smell of a nickel cigar
[01:04.739]I really was something in my old yellow car
[01:13.310]Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
[01:19.680]Thee's a rusty old shell of an automobile
[01:26.480]And if engines could run on desire alone
[01:35.320]That old yellow car would be driving me home
[01:46.910]There's the seat where poor billy threw up in his date
[01:53.950]And where larry and sally could no longer wait
[02:00.650]There was no road too winding and nowhere too far
[02:07.710]With two bucks of gas and my old yellow car
[02:16.280]Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
[02:22.690]Thee's a rusty old shell of an automobile
[02:29.660]And if engines could run on desire alone
[02:38.410]That old yellow car would be driving me home
[02:50.030]Take a look at me now throwing money around
[02:57.250]I'm paying somebody to drive me downtown
[03:03.910]Got a mercedes benz with a tv and bar
[03:12.050]And god I wish I was driving my old yellow car
[03:20.710]God I wish I was driving my old yellow car
文本歌词
She weren't much to look at
She weren't much to ride
She was missing a window on her passenger side
The floorboard was patched up with paper and tar
But I really was something in my old yellow car
An american boy with his hands on the wheel
Of a dream that was made of american steel
Though the seats had the smell of a nickel cigar
I really was something in my old yellow car
Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
Thee's a rusty old shell of an automobile
And if engines could run on desire alone
That old yellow car would be driving me home
There's the seat where poor billy threw up in his date
And where larry and sally could no longer wait
There was no road too winding and nowhere too far
With two bucks of gas and my old yellow car
Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
Thee's a rusty old shell of an automobile
And if engines could run on desire alone
That old yellow car would be driving me home
Take a look at me now throwing money around
I'm paying somebody to drive me downtown
Got a mercedes benz with a tv and bar
And god I wish I was driving my old yellow car
God I wish I was driving my old yellow car