| Song | Denouncing November Blue (Uneasy Writer) |
| Artist | The Avett Brothers |
| Album | Four Thieves Gone: The Robbinsville Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Avett Brothers | |
| November came and went, | |
| like a summer that I spent, | |
| with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
| I returned to my home, | |
| with a heart part made of stone, | |
| and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. | |
| From the east it comes, | |
| her love and the rising sun, | |
| and I pray each time they come, it's not the last. | |
| You see I've got strong, | |
| I made it through what came along, | |
| but I can't move on for the beauty of the past. | |
| Came across a pretty girl, | |
| for about a month she was my world, | |
| and I held her hand, and swore we'd never part. | |
| I moved on, she stayed behind, | |
| I said I'd call, she said she'd write, | |
| we lost touch the moment I drove off. | |
| I left town like a gambler with, | |
| the sense of cashin' all the chips, | |
| before I lost them all on a bad deal. | |
| I made believe I was in a race, | |
| drove ten thousand miles in seven days, | |
| while writing a book called "Being A Free Man". | |
| Met more people than the president, | |
| the good times came and the good times went, | |
| and I learned how to ignore my hunger pangs. | |
| I looked ahead to the open road, thought about the people and what they know, | |
| and wrote a book called "People Don't Know Nothin". | |
| (no matter what they tell ya, man) | |
| Once I spent my last dime, | |
| and counted the ratio of miles to time, | |
| I looked up to my disdain and my surprise. | |
| I had driven my car around the world, | |
| ended back in the town with the girl, | |
| so I wrote a book called "Life in Prison". | |
| (Volume. 1) | |
| I see that girl every now and then, | |
| and we drink to having such good friends, | |
| and apologize for the way it did not last. | |
| Funny thing that it's all true, | |
| and I'll always love November Blue, | |
| but I turned her down for the beauty of the past. | |
| November came and went, | |
| like a summer that I spent, | |
| with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
| I returned to my home, | |
| with a heart part made of stone, | |
| and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. |
| zuo qu : Avett Brothers | |
| November came and went, | |
| like a summer that I spent, | |
| with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
| I returned to my home, | |
| with a heart part made of stone, | |
| and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. | |
| From the east it comes, | |
| her love and the rising sun, | |
| and I pray each time they come, it' s not the last. | |
| You see I' ve got strong, | |
| I made it through what came along, | |
| but I can' t move on for the beauty of the past. | |
| Came across a pretty girl, | |
| for about a month she was my world, | |
| and I held her hand, and swore we' d never part. | |
| I moved on, she stayed behind, | |
| I said I' d call, she said she' d write, | |
| we lost touch the moment I drove off. | |
| I left town like a gambler with, | |
| the sense of cashin' all the chips, | |
| before I lost them all on a bad deal. | |
| I made believe I was in a race, | |
| drove ten thousand miles in seven days, | |
| while writing a book called " Being A Free Man". | |
| Met more people than the president, | |
| the good times came and the good times went, | |
| and I learned how to ignore my hunger pangs. | |
| I looked ahead to the open road, thought about the people and what they know, | |
| and wrote a book called " People Don' t Know Nothin". | |
| no matter what they tell ya, man | |
| Once I spent my last dime, | |
| and counted the ratio of miles to time, | |
| I looked up to my disdain and my surprise. | |
| I had driven my car around the world, | |
| ended back in the town with the girl, | |
| so I wrote a book called " Life in Prison". | |
| Volume. 1 | |
| I see that girl every now and then, | |
| and we drink to having such good friends, | |
| and apologize for the way it did not last. | |
| Funny thing that it' s all true, | |
| and I' ll always love November Blue, | |
| but I turned her down for the beauty of the past. | |
| November came and went, | |
| like a summer that I spent, | |
| with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
| I returned to my home, | |
| with a heart part made of stone, | |
| and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. |
| zuò qǔ : Avett Brothers | |
| November came and went, | |
| like a summer that I spent, | |
| with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
| I returned to my home, | |
| with a heart part made of stone, | |
| and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. | |
| From the east it comes, | |
| her love and the rising sun, | |
| and I pray each time they come, it' s not the last. | |
| You see I' ve got strong, | |
| I made it through what came along, | |
| but I can' t move on for the beauty of the past. | |
| Came across a pretty girl, | |
| for about a month she was my world, | |
| and I held her hand, and swore we' d never part. | |
| I moved on, she stayed behind, | |
| I said I' d call, she said she' d write, | |
| we lost touch the moment I drove off. | |
| I left town like a gambler with, | |
| the sense of cashin' all the chips, | |
| before I lost them all on a bad deal. | |
| I made believe I was in a race, | |
| drove ten thousand miles in seven days, | |
| while writing a book called " Being A Free Man". | |
| Met more people than the president, | |
| the good times came and the good times went, | |
| and I learned how to ignore my hunger pangs. | |
| I looked ahead to the open road, thought about the people and what they know, | |
| and wrote a book called " People Don' t Know Nothin". | |
| no matter what they tell ya, man | |
| Once I spent my last dime, | |
| and counted the ratio of miles to time, | |
| I looked up to my disdain and my surprise. | |
| I had driven my car around the world, | |
| ended back in the town with the girl, | |
| so I wrote a book called " Life in Prison". | |
| Volume. 1 | |
| I see that girl every now and then, | |
| and we drink to having such good friends, | |
| and apologize for the way it did not last. | |
| Funny thing that it' s all true, | |
| and I' ll always love November Blue, | |
| but I turned her down for the beauty of the past. | |
| November came and went, | |
| like a summer that I spent, | |
| with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. | |
| I returned to my home, | |
| with a heart part made of stone, | |
| and I cried all night for a girl I never knew. |