發佈於：2021年
播放：0次
時長：04:17
歌詞
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
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
lrc 歌詞
[ti:Backseat] [ar:Bryan John Appleby] [al:Fire On the Vine] [by:] [offset:0] [00:22.86]You were hiding in the backseat of my Lincoln [00:30.25]Underneath a blanket with your head against the door [00:36.37]And I was already halfway through Ohio [00:42.68]When I heard your soft voice singing to a song on the radio [00:57.43] [01:12.74]I crept out in the darkness of the morning [01:12.48]Past our sleeping father a cold cigar lying at his feet [01:19.30]He was surrounded by his books down in the parlor [01:26.61]Filled with all the word [01:28.55]S that he had wanted us to read and know [01:32.80] [01:48.85]But this is not an old American story [01:55.29]About the rugged men who came out from the east [02:01.98]And I am not some outlaw from the Badlands [02:08.60]Or a gambler running tables in New Orleans [02:15.79]So I put you on a bus back to Boston [02:21.92]With some money in your shoe for a meal [02:28.92]And I turn my car in the other direction [02:35.79]Just hoping that I hear a note from the backseat
