| Song | Happiness Alone |
| Artist | Clint Black |
| Album | No Time To Kill |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Black, Buffett, Nicholas | |
| (Clint Black/Jimmy Buffett) | |
| I think I'll go back down to New Orleans | |
| Try to bury my travelin' bone | |
| Unpredictable me, like I swore I would be | |
| Nothing's ever written in stone | |
| There's a knock on her door, is she here anymore | |
| I guess me and the neighbors will see | |
| If the one thing that I couldn't do without her | |
| She couldn't do without me. | |
| Could I leave her behind, go on losin' my mind | |
| While the good times continue to roll | |
| With this time on my hands, I can change all my plans | |
| And it really wouldn't bother a soul | |
| I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns | |
| Do all that and more on my own | |
| But a man can't survive on happiness alone. | |
| Take a good look around, this is New Orleans | |
| A free wheeler's got to feel right at home | |
| But it's a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep | |
| That old river's gonna keep movin' on | |
| Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pullin' me under | |
| When you're in it, nothin' ever seems clear | |
| I could stand on the bank just toss in my line | |
| But there's way too many fish around here. | |
| Could I leave 'em behind for the one on the line | |
| Are the good times still gonna roll | |
| And with this time on my hands, I can change all my plans | |
| And it really wouldn't bother a soul | |
| I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns | |
| Do all that and more on my own | |
| But a man can't survive on happiness alone... |
| zuo ci : Black, Buffett, Nicholas | |
| Clint Black Jimmy Buffett | |
| I think I' ll go back down to New Orleans | |
| Try to bury my travelin' bone | |
| Unpredictable me, like I swore I would be | |
| Nothing' s ever written in stone | |
| There' s a knock on her door, is she here anymore | |
| I guess me and the neighbors will see | |
| If the one thing that I couldn' t do without her | |
| She couldn' t do without me. | |
| Could I leave her behind, go on losin' my mind | |
| While the good times continue to roll | |
| With this time on my hands, I can change all my plans | |
| And it really wouldn' t bother a soul | |
| I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns | |
| Do all that and more on my own | |
| But a man can' t survive on happiness alone. | |
| Take a good look around, this is New Orleans | |
| A free wheeler' s got to feel right at home | |
| But it' s a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep | |
| That old river' s gonna keep movin' on | |
| Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pullin' me under | |
| When you' re in it, nothin' ever seems clear | |
| I could stand on the bank just toss in my line | |
| But there' s way too many fish around here. | |
| Could I leave ' em behind for the one on the line | |
| Are the good times still gonna roll | |
| And with this time on my hands, I can change all my plans | |
| And it really wouldn' t bother a soul | |
| I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns | |
| Do all that and more on my own | |
| But a man can' t survive on happiness alone... |
| zuò cí : Black, Buffett, Nicholas | |
| Clint Black Jimmy Buffett | |
| I think I' ll go back down to New Orleans | |
| Try to bury my travelin' bone | |
| Unpredictable me, like I swore I would be | |
| Nothing' s ever written in stone | |
| There' s a knock on her door, is she here anymore | |
| I guess me and the neighbors will see | |
| If the one thing that I couldn' t do without her | |
| She couldn' t do without me. | |
| Could I leave her behind, go on losin' my mind | |
| While the good times continue to roll | |
| With this time on my hands, I can change all my plans | |
| And it really wouldn' t bother a soul | |
| I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns | |
| Do all that and more on my own | |
| But a man can' t survive on happiness alone. | |
| Take a good look around, this is New Orleans | |
| A free wheeler' s got to feel right at home | |
| But it' s a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep | |
| That old river' s gonna keep movin' on | |
| Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pullin' me under | |
| When you' re in it, nothin' ever seems clear | |
| I could stand on the bank just toss in my line | |
| But there' s way too many fish around here. | |
| Could I leave ' em behind for the one on the line | |
| Are the good times still gonna roll | |
| And with this time on my hands, I can change all my plans | |
| And it really wouldn' t bother a soul | |
| I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns | |
| Do all that and more on my own | |
| But a man can' t survive on happiness alone... |