LRC歌词
[ilingku:117]
[ver:v1.0]
[ti:God's Own Singer Of Songs (1996 Digital Remaster)]
[ar:Slim Dusty]
[al:Foolin' Around]
[by:]
[00:00.158]God's Own Singer Of Songs (1996 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty
[00:01.139]Lyrics by:Boudleaux Bryant
[00:01.264]Composed by:Boudleaux Bryant
[00:08.013]Straight back chair and a table where he sits when he's able
[00:15.476]To walk over from that bed of misery
[00:23.077]To recall from his thoughts on a worn out tablecloth
[00:30.357]Where he'd been while his mind raced sleeplessly
[00:37.826]Though his body's bent with age
[00:41.375]You know he's still out on that stage
[00:45.367]Entertaining all his friends
[00:48.848]That pause to greet him at the door
[00:52.409]Forty nine years out on the road
[00:55.906]Many a night he'd save a soul
[00:59.644]Now he sits and waits to claim his own reward
[01:06.944]God's own singer of songs is going home
[01:14.313]Though he's poor he'd be the richest one you've known
[01:21.473]Oh his pain will set him free
[01:24.976]Wash his soul and cleanse him clean
[01:28.712]God's own singer of songs is going home
[01:36.152]Though he's poor he'd be the richest one you've known
[01:43.329]Oh his pain will set him free
[01:46.905]Wash his soul and cleanse him clean
[01:50.521]God's own singer of songs is going home
[01:57.985]God's own singer of songs is going home
文本歌词
God's Own Singer Of Songs (1996 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty
Lyrics by:Boudleaux Bryant
Composed by:Boudleaux Bryant
Straight back chair and a table where he sits when he's able
To walk over from that bed of misery
To recall from his thoughts on a worn out tablecloth
Where he'd been while his mind raced sleeplessly
Though his body's bent with age
You know he's still out on that stage
Entertaining all his friends
That pause to greet him at the door
Forty nine years out on the road
Many a night he'd save a soul
Now he sits and waits to claim his own reward
God's own singer of songs is going home
Though he's poor he'd be the richest one you've known
Oh his pain will set him free
Wash his soul and cleanse him clean
God's own singer of songs is going home
Though he's poor he'd be the richest one you've known
Oh his pain will set him free
Wash his soul and cleanse him clean
God's own singer of songs is going home
God's own singer of songs is going home