| Song | Don't Lose My Trail - normal |
| Artist | Eleni Mandell |
| Album | Snakebite |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mandell | |
| New York City | |
| leaving behind | |
| out the window | |
| drive | |
| Pennsylvania | |
| stop for a bite | |
| it's raining | |
| Christmas lights | |
| west of Roanoke | |
| Village Motel | |
| green all around the clerk | |
| is wasted | |
| turn the heat up high | |
| open the door and let the cool breeze in | |
| Jackie's got the bed | |
| I'm on the floor | |
| my eyes are open | |
| Nashville, Memphis, Arkansas | |
| a gambler died in Russellville | |
| no one knew his name but my dear grandma | |
| she's in heaven | |
| he's in hell | |
| the slums of New Mexico | |
| we pull in late at night | |
| no blanket on the bed and a cracked window | |
| I'm fully dressed and I'm awake all night | |
| Williams, Arizona's where I want to be | |
| for buckwheat pancakes and hot coffee | |
| serve 'em up fresh, serve 'em up hot | |
| we can make it to Los Angeles if we don't stop | |
| the desert drive goes on and on | |
| a trail of lights follows me back home | |
| I can count the stars when we make it there | |
| I hope to God you don't lose my trail | |
| love | |
| love |
| zuo qu : Mandell | |
| New York City | |
| leaving behind | |
| out the window | |
| drive | |
| Pennsylvania | |
| stop for a bite | |
| it' s raining | |
| Christmas lights | |
| west of Roanoke | |
| Village Motel | |
| green all around the clerk | |
| is wasted | |
| turn the heat up high | |
| open the door and let the cool breeze in | |
| Jackie' s got the bed | |
| I' m on the floor | |
| my eyes are open | |
| Nashville, Memphis, Arkansas | |
| a gambler died in Russellville | |
| no one knew his name but my dear grandma | |
| she' s in heaven | |
| he' s in hell | |
| the slums of New Mexico | |
| we pull in late at night | |
| no blanket on the bed and a cracked window | |
| I' m fully dressed and I' m awake all night | |
| Williams, Arizona' s where I want to be | |
| for buckwheat pancakes and hot coffee | |
| serve ' em up fresh, serve ' em up hot | |
| we can make it to Los Angeles if we don' t stop | |
| the desert drive goes on and on | |
| a trail of lights follows me back home | |
| I can count the stars when we make it there | |
| I hope to God you don' t lose my trail | |
| love | |
| love |
| zuò qǔ : Mandell | |
| New York City | |
| leaving behind | |
| out the window | |
| drive | |
| Pennsylvania | |
| stop for a bite | |
| it' s raining | |
| Christmas lights | |
| west of Roanoke | |
| Village Motel | |
| green all around the clerk | |
| is wasted | |
| turn the heat up high | |
| open the door and let the cool breeze in | |
| Jackie' s got the bed | |
| I' m on the floor | |
| my eyes are open | |
| Nashville, Memphis, Arkansas | |
| a gambler died in Russellville | |
| no one knew his name but my dear grandma | |
| she' s in heaven | |
| he' s in hell | |
| the slums of New Mexico | |
| we pull in late at night | |
| no blanket on the bed and a cracked window | |
| I' m fully dressed and I' m awake all night | |
| Williams, Arizona' s where I want to be | |
| for buckwheat pancakes and hot coffee | |
| serve ' em up fresh, serve ' em up hot | |
| we can make it to Los Angeles if we don' t stop | |
| the desert drive goes on and on | |
| a trail of lights follows me back home | |
| I can count the stars when we make it there | |
| I hope to God you don' t lose my trail | |
| love | |
| love |