發佈於：2010年
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歌詞
I drive a truck, it carries money,
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies.
Yesterday, I bought my beach house,
A little place just off the coast of France.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I think of running.
I love my truck, I love my family,
Stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me.
Could tie my right hand man, and put him some place,
Then I ll ditch the truck, and buy a new face.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I think of something.
It can t buy you love, can t give you soul,
Can pick you up, can down you low.
Can drag you out of the hole,
You dug, yourself, out of again.
Sat in a truck, it carries convicts,
My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs,
Tomorrow, I ll maybe walk around the yard,
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I miss my family.
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies.
Yesterday, I bought my beach house,
A little place just off the coast of France.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I think of running.
I love my truck, I love my family,
Stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me.
Could tie my right hand man, and put him some place,
Then I ll ditch the truck, and buy a new face.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I think of something.
It can t buy you love, can t give you soul,
Can pick you up, can down you low.
Can drag you out of the hole,
You dug, yourself, out of again.
Sat in a truck, it carries convicts,
My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs,
Tomorrow, I ll maybe walk around the yard,
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I miss my family.
lrc 歌詞
[ti:Everyday I think of money] [ar:Stereophonics] [al:Just enough education to perform] [00:00.55]I drive a truck, it carries money, [00:10.65]And everyday, I dream up my fantasies. [00:21.30]Yesterday, I bought my beach house, [00:26.25]A little place just off the coast of France. [00:31.75] [00:32.02]Everyday I think of money, [00:41.95]Everyday I think of running. [00:48.98] [00:52.16]I love my truck, I love my family, [01:02.33]Stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me. [01:12.75]Could tie my right hand man, and put him some place, [01:18.04]Then I ll ditch the truck, and buy a new face. [01:23.01] [01:23.55]Everyday I think of money, [01:33.98]Everyday I think of something. [01:41.68] [01:44.62]It can t buy you love, can t give you soul, [01:55.19]Can pick you up, can down you low. [02:04.85]Can drag you out of the hole, [02:11.00]You dug, yourself, out of again. [02:21.84] [02:30.74]Sat in a truck, it carries convicts, [02:40.83]My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs, [02:51.27]Tomorrow, I ll maybe walk around the yard, [02:56.31]Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment. [03:01.36] [03:01.57]Everyday I think of money, [03:12.31]Everyday I miss my family. [03:20.14]
