| Song | Dollar Matinee |
| Artist | Nanci Griffith |
| Album | There's a Light Beyond These Woods |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Taylor | |
| Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee | |
| His memories all curled up inside | |
| He was trying to remember | |
| was it August or September | |
| He'd seen her for the last time | |
| He'd heard that she'd become an actress | |
| Lord, she always had the prettiest face | |
| And he stood with his hands | |
| in his pockets and waited | |
| For the dollar matinee | |
| Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen | |
| There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
| And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
| When you step back into the street | |
| The theater, she smelled so familiar | |
| She was a smokey old velvet delight | |
| Yes, and he sat down front | |
| just like he'd always done | |
| With his feet hanging out in the aisles | |
| And he watched her with eyes disbelieving | |
| Felt something like time on his brain | |
| And he told himself | |
| don't you remember it's only | |
| Just a part that she's playing | |
| Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen | |
| There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
| And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
| When you step back into the street | |
| She stood by some window in Paris | |
| While the captions translated the scene | |
| Oh, and Ronnie stared back | |
| at her body and breathed | |
| "Christ, that's the first time I've seen it!" | |
| Behind him the people were leaving | |
| Well, the busses, they were humming outside | |
| But old Ronnie never went | |
| to the movies unless | |
| He could stay and see it twice | |
| Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen | |
| There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
| And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
| When you step back into the street |
| zuo ci : Taylor | |
| Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee | |
| His memories all curled up inside | |
| He was trying to remember | |
| was it August or September | |
| He' d seen her for the last time | |
| He' d heard that she' d become an actress | |
| Lord, she always had the prettiest face | |
| And he stood with his hands | |
| in his pockets and waited | |
| For the dollar matinee | |
| Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
| There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
| And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
| When you step back into the street | |
| The theater, she smelled so familiar | |
| She was a smokey old velvet delight | |
| Yes, and he sat down front | |
| just like he' d always done | |
| With his feet hanging out in the aisles | |
| And he watched her with eyes disbelieving | |
| Felt something like time on his brain | |
| And he told himself | |
| don' t you remember it' s only | |
| Just a part that she' s playing | |
| Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
| There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
| And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
| When you step back into the street | |
| She stood by some window in Paris | |
| While the captions translated the scene | |
| Oh, and Ronnie stared back | |
| at her body and breathed | |
| " Christ, that' s the first time I' ve seen it!" | |
| Behind him the people were leaving | |
| Well, the busses, they were humming outside | |
| But old Ronnie never went | |
| to the movies unless | |
| He could stay and see it twice | |
| Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
| There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
| And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
| When you step back into the street |
| zuò cí : Taylor | |
| Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee | |
| His memories all curled up inside | |
| He was trying to remember | |
| was it August or September | |
| He' d seen her for the last time | |
| He' d heard that she' d become an actress | |
| Lord, she always had the prettiest face | |
| And he stood with his hands | |
| in his pockets and waited | |
| For the dollar matinee | |
| Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
| There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
| And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
| When you step back into the street | |
| The theater, she smelled so familiar | |
| She was a smokey old velvet delight | |
| Yes, and he sat down front | |
| just like he' d always done | |
| With his feet hanging out in the aisles | |
| And he watched her with eyes disbelieving | |
| Felt something like time on his brain | |
| And he told himself | |
| don' t you remember it' s only | |
| Just a part that she' s playing | |
| Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
| There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
| And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
| When you step back into the street | |
| She stood by some window in Paris | |
| While the captions translated the scene | |
| Oh, and Ronnie stared back | |
| at her body and breathed | |
| " Christ, that' s the first time I' ve seen it!" | |
| Behind him the people were leaving | |
| Well, the busses, they were humming outside | |
| But old Ronnie never went | |
| to the movies unless | |
| He could stay and see it twice | |
| Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
| There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
| And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
| When you step back into the street |