| Song | The Elephant Riders |
| Artist | Clutch |
| Album | Full Fathom Five |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clutch | |
| I'll keep pulling on the towpath. | |
| You keep floating on the river. | |
| Yeah, until the day is done. | |
| Keep on keeping on the low road, | |
| Chesapeake and Ohio. | |
| Because on the higher ground you will find | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. | |
| Looking like it's always closing, | |
| the Salty Dog is always open. | |
| Here, I got an I.O.U. | |
| Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack, | |
| Baltimore and Ohio, | |
| Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack, | |
| roll on, roll on. | |
| On our way to Washington where work is done by men with gavels, | |
| I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly's saddle. | |
| Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle, | |
| I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together. | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. | |
| Don't be eating all the hard tack. | |
| Between we two there's half a small sack. | |
| Still, we got miles to. | |
| Giddy up pony, Giddy up pony, | |
| Camptown Race is five miles long. | |
| Giddy up pony, Giddy up pony, | |
| ride on, ride on. | |
| On our way to Washington where work is done by men with gavels, | |
| I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly's saddle. | |
| Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle, | |
| I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together. | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news of battle. |
| zuo ci : Clutch | |
| I' ll keep pulling on the towpath. | |
| You keep floating on the river. | |
| Yeah, until the day is done. | |
| Keep on keeping on the low road, | |
| Chesapeake and Ohio. | |
| Because on the higher ground you will find | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. | |
| Looking like it' s always closing, | |
| the Salty Dog is always open. | |
| Here, I got an I. O. U. | |
| Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack, | |
| Baltimore and Ohio, | |
| Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack, | |
| roll on, roll on. | |
| On our way to Washington where work is done by men with gavels, | |
| I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly' s saddle. | |
| Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle, | |
| I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together. | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. | |
| Don' t be eating all the hard tack. | |
| Between we two there' s half a small sack. | |
| Still, we got miles to. | |
| Giddy up pony, Giddy up pony, | |
| Camptown Race is five miles long. | |
| Giddy up pony, Giddy up pony, | |
| ride on, ride on. | |
| On our way to Washington where work is done by men with gavels, | |
| I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly' s saddle. | |
| Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle, | |
| I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together. | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news of battle. |
| zuò cí : Clutch | |
| I' ll keep pulling on the towpath. | |
| You keep floating on the river. | |
| Yeah, until the day is done. | |
| Keep on keeping on the low road, | |
| Chesapeake and Ohio. | |
| Because on the higher ground you will find | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. | |
| Looking like it' s always closing, | |
| the Salty Dog is always open. | |
| Here, I got an I. O. U. | |
| Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack, | |
| Baltimore and Ohio, | |
| Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack, | |
| roll on, roll on. | |
| On our way to Washington where work is done by men with gavels, | |
| I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly' s saddle. | |
| Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle, | |
| I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together. | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. | |
| Don' t be eating all the hard tack. | |
| Between we two there' s half a small sack. | |
| Still, we got miles to. | |
| Giddy up pony, Giddy up pony, | |
| Camptown Race is five miles long. | |
| Giddy up pony, Giddy up pony, | |
| ride on, ride on. | |
| On our way to Washington where work is done by men with gavels, | |
| I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly' s saddle. | |
| Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle, | |
| I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together. | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. | |
| Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news of battle. |