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Texas Rock-A-Billy Rebel

Song	Texas Rock-A-Billy Rebel
Artist	Reverend Horton Heat
Album	Space Heater

Lyrics

	作词 : Heath
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It feels good.
	Born a bastard child,
	Nobody knows who's son,
	On the old
	Chisholm Trail,
	And he continues to run.
	She's a 32
	Ford, Chopped five window
	Coup, Chevrolet mill really,
	Really stirs the soup.
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rock-a-billy rebel.
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rock-a-billy rebel.
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It feels good.
	When everyone said early on,
	They had lost the fight,
	Deep down inside they knew,
	Knew they had the might.
	Like Harold
	Dawson, Mouser
	King, To many more too say,
	Wide whitewall wheels gonna,
	Gonna blow you away!
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rock-a-billy rebel.
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rock-a-billy rebel.
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It feels good.
	Feels good!
	Go! It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It feels good.
	When we fire that motor
	It goes rata-tat-tat-tat,
	Like a Texas guitar slinger,
	Or a snare drum that is phat.
	It is gray and it's red,
	In memory of the dead,
	Her builder
	Jeff Milburn,
	Is sick in the head!
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rock-a-billy rebel.
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rock-a-billy rebel.
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It feels good.

Pinyin

	zuò cí : Heath
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It feels good.
	Born a bastard child,
	Nobody knows who' s son,
	On the old
	Chisholm Trail,
	And he continues to run.
	She' s a 32
	Ford, Chopped five window
	Coup, Chevrolet mill really,
	Really stirs the soup.
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rockabilly rebel.
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rockabilly rebel.
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It feels good.
	When everyone said early on,
	They had lost the fight,
	Deep down inside they knew,
	Knew they had the might.
	Like Harold
	Dawson, Mouser
	King, To many more too say,
	Wide whitewall wheels gonna,
	Gonna blow you away!
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rockabilly rebel.
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rockabilly rebel.
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It feels good.
	Feels good!
	Go! It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It feels good.
	When we fire that motor
	It goes ratatattattat,
	Like a Texas guitar slinger,
	Or a snare drum that is phat.
	It is gray and it' s red,
	In memory of the dead,
	Her builder
	Jeff Milburn,
	Is sick in the head!
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rockabilly rebel.
	Turn up the bass!
	Turn up the treble!
	Texas rockabilly rebel.
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It goes real fast
	But it sure feels good,
	It feels good.