| Song | Life on the Road |
| Artist | The Kinks |
| Album | Sleepwalker [Velvel Bonus Tracks] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Davies | |
| Ever since I was a child, | |
| I loved to wander wild | |
| Through the bright city lights, | |
| And find myself a life I could call my own. | |
| It was always my ambition | |
| To see Piccadilly, | |
| Ramble and roam around Soho | |
| And Pimlico and Savile Row, | |
| And walk down the Abbey Road. | |
| So I saved all my money | |
| And packed up my clothes, | |
| And I said good-bye to my friends | |
| And my folks back home. | |
| And I left for a life of my own. | |
| I left for a life on the road. | |
| I'm a real hungry tyke, | |
| And I know what I like. | |
| And I know where I'm goin': | |
| To those bright city lights. | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah, | |
| This time I'm gonna get there. | |
| I'm bound for a life on the road. | |
| Give me life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| When I arrived in Euston, | |
| I was little more than a child. | |
| And I didn't know then | |
| That the dives and the dens | |
| Would be so vulgar and wicked and wild. | |
| Mama always told me | |
| The city ladies were bawdy and bold. | |
| And so I searched night and day | |
| To catch a kissable lady, | |
| But all that I caught was a cold, | |
| 'Cause those stuck-up city ladies | |
| Didn't notice me walk by. | |
| Now I've got holes in my shoes | |
| 'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night. | |
| And I'm livin' the life that I chose. | |
| Livin' my life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| I want life on the road. | |
| Life on the road. | |
| I was standing with the punks in Praed Street, | |
| When a muscle man came my way. | |
| He said, "Hey, are you gay? | |
| Can you come out and play?" | |
| And like a fool, I went and said, "O.K." | |
| Ever since I was knee high, | |
| I thought the city was paved with gold. | |
| But I've seen so many losers | |
| And down and out boozers | |
| Who were tired of bein' bought and sold. | |
| City women are a tease, | |
| But I'd really love to please. | |
| Now I've got blood shot eyes | |
| 'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night. | |
| And it sure knocks you out on the road. | |
| And I'm livin' my life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| Life on the road. | |
| I want life on the road. | |
| One of these days, | |
| I wanna go home, | |
| Visit my friends, | |
| And see all the places that I used to know, | |
| And say good-bye to a world that's too real; | |
| Good-bye to a world that's forgotten how to feel. | |
| And it's slowly usin' me, | |
| And there's no security. | |
| Sometimes I hate the road, | |
| But it's the only life I know. | |
| But I'm livin' the life that I chose, | |
| So I'll live out my life on the road. | |
| Give me life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| (repeat) |
| zuo qu : Davies | |
| Ever since I was a child, | |
| I loved to wander wild | |
| Through the bright city lights, | |
| And find myself a life I could call my own. | |
| It was always my ambition | |
| To see Piccadilly, | |
| Ramble and roam around Soho | |
| And Pimlico and Savile Row, | |
| And walk down the Abbey Road. | |
| So I saved all my money | |
| And packed up my clothes, | |
| And I said goodbye to my friends | |
| And my folks back home. | |
| And I left for a life of my own. | |
| I left for a life on the road. | |
| I' m a real hungry tyke, | |
| And I know what I like. | |
| And I know where I' m goin': | |
| To those bright city lights. | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah, | |
| This time I' m gonna get there. | |
| I' m bound for a life on the road. | |
| Give me life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| When I arrived in Euston, | |
| I was little more than a child. | |
| And I didn' t know then | |
| That the dives and the dens | |
| Would be so vulgar and wicked and wild. | |
| Mama always told me | |
| The city ladies were bawdy and bold. | |
| And so I searched night and day | |
| To catch a kissable lady, | |
| But all that I caught was a cold, | |
| ' Cause those stuckup city ladies | |
| Didn' t notice me walk by. | |
| Now I' ve got holes in my shoes | |
| ' Cause I' ve been walkin' the streets all night. | |
| And I' m livin' the life that I chose. | |
| Livin' my life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| I want life on the road. | |
| Life on the road. | |
| I was standing with the punks in Praed Street, | |
| When a muscle man came my way. | |
| He said, " Hey, are you gay? | |
| Can you come out and play?" | |
| And like a fool, I went and said, " O. K." | |
| Ever since I was knee high, | |
| I thought the city was paved with gold. | |
| But I' ve seen so many losers | |
| And down and out boozers | |
| Who were tired of bein' bought and sold. | |
| City women are a tease, | |
| But I' d really love to please. | |
| Now I' ve got blood shot eyes | |
| ' Cause I' ve been walkin' the streets all night. | |
| And it sure knocks you out on the road. | |
| And I' m livin' my life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| Life on the road. | |
| I want life on the road. | |
| One of these days, | |
| I wanna go home, | |
| Visit my friends, | |
| And see all the places that I used to know, | |
| And say goodbye to a world that' s too real | |
| Goodbye to a world that' s forgotten how to feel. | |
| And it' s slowly usin' me, | |
| And there' s no security. | |
| Sometimes I hate the road, | |
| But it' s the only life I know. | |
| But I' m livin' the life that I chose, | |
| So I' ll live out my life on the road. | |
| Give me life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| repeat |
| zuò qǔ : Davies | |
| Ever since I was a child, | |
| I loved to wander wild | |
| Through the bright city lights, | |
| And find myself a life I could call my own. | |
| It was always my ambition | |
| To see Piccadilly, | |
| Ramble and roam around Soho | |
| And Pimlico and Savile Row, | |
| And walk down the Abbey Road. | |
| So I saved all my money | |
| And packed up my clothes, | |
| And I said goodbye to my friends | |
| And my folks back home. | |
| And I left for a life of my own. | |
| I left for a life on the road. | |
| I' m a real hungry tyke, | |
| And I know what I like. | |
| And I know where I' m goin': | |
| To those bright city lights. | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah, | |
| This time I' m gonna get there. | |
| I' m bound for a life on the road. | |
| Give me life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| When I arrived in Euston, | |
| I was little more than a child. | |
| And I didn' t know then | |
| That the dives and the dens | |
| Would be so vulgar and wicked and wild. | |
| Mama always told me | |
| The city ladies were bawdy and bold. | |
| And so I searched night and day | |
| To catch a kissable lady, | |
| But all that I caught was a cold, | |
| ' Cause those stuckup city ladies | |
| Didn' t notice me walk by. | |
| Now I' ve got holes in my shoes | |
| ' Cause I' ve been walkin' the streets all night. | |
| And I' m livin' the life that I chose. | |
| Livin' my life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| I want life on the road. | |
| Life on the road. | |
| I was standing with the punks in Praed Street, | |
| When a muscle man came my way. | |
| He said, " Hey, are you gay? | |
| Can you come out and play?" | |
| And like a fool, I went and said, " O. K." | |
| Ever since I was knee high, | |
| I thought the city was paved with gold. | |
| But I' ve seen so many losers | |
| And down and out boozers | |
| Who were tired of bein' bought and sold. | |
| City women are a tease, | |
| But I' d really love to please. | |
| Now I' ve got blood shot eyes | |
| ' Cause I' ve been walkin' the streets all night. | |
| And it sure knocks you out on the road. | |
| And I' m livin' my life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| Life on the road. | |
| I want life on the road. | |
| One of these days, | |
| I wanna go home, | |
| Visit my friends, | |
| And see all the places that I used to know, | |
| And say goodbye to a world that' s too real | |
| Goodbye to a world that' s forgotten how to feel. | |
| And it' s slowly usin' me, | |
| And there' s no security. | |
| Sometimes I hate the road, | |
| But it' s the only life I know. | |
| But I' m livin' the life that I chose, | |
| So I' ll live out my life on the road. | |
| Give me life on the road. | |
| I said life on the road. | |
| repeat |