Backseat歌词
添加日期：2021-04-27 时长：04分17秒 歌手：Bryan John Appleby
You were hiding in the backseat of my Lincoln
Underneath a blanket with your head against the door
And I was already halfway through Ohio
When I heard your soft voice singing to a song on the radio
Past our sleeping father a cold cigar lying at his feet
I crept out in the darkness of the morning
He was surrounded by his books down in the parlor
Filled with all the word
S that he had wanted us to read and know
But this is not an old American story
About the rugged men who came out from the east
And I am not some outlaw from the Badlands
Or a gambler running tables in New Orleans
So I put you on a bus back to Boston
With some money in your shoe for a meal
And I turn my car in the other direction
Just hoping that I hear a note from the backseat编辑于2021/04/27更新
Underneath a blanket with your head against the door
And I was already halfway through Ohio
When I heard your soft voice singing to a song on the radio
Past our sleeping father a cold cigar lying at his feet
I crept out in the darkness of the morning
He was surrounded by his books down in the parlor
Filled with all the word
S that he had wanted us to read and know
But this is not an old American story
About the rugged men who came out from the east
And I am not some outlaw from the Badlands
Or a gambler running tables in New Orleans
So I put you on a bus back to Boston
With some money in your shoe for a meal
And I turn my car in the other direction
Just hoping that I hear a note from the backseat编辑于2021/04/27更新
