| Song | Melancholy Child |
| Artist | Pam Tillis |
| Album | Put Yourself In My Place |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DiPiero, Tillis | |
| A baby with a baby just barely seventeen | |
| My mother mourned her innocence | |
| While she bounced me on her knee | |
| A daddy on the road added to her tears and trials | |
| Like silver rain they fell upon this melancholy child | |
| The sounds of my childhood still linger in my song | |
| My mother's lullaby that train that ran behind our home | |
| A whippoorwill on a window sill - | |
| It should have made me smile | |
| But everything sounds lonesome to a melancholy child | |
| Now a restless blood runs in our family | |
| I thought | |
| I could out run the emptiness inside of me | |
| So I went a little crazy, went a little wild | |
| Trying to outdistance my own melancholy child | |
| I met a kind and gentleman who thinks the world of me | |
| And when he looks my way it is a woman that he sees | |
| But when I can't explain to him the tears that fill my eyes | |
| He takes me in his arms and rocks his melancholy child | |
| You take a black | |
| Irish temper and some solemn | |
| Cherokee A | |
| Southern sense of humour and you got someone like me | |
| There are thorns on every rose to this | |
| I'm reconciled | |
| They're just a little sharper to a melancholy child | |
| And in my own babe's eyes | |
| I see the signs of melancholy child | |
| Heaven help us all, another melancholy child |
| zuo ci : DiPiero, Tillis | |
| A baby with a baby just barely seventeen | |
| My mother mourned her innocence | |
| While she bounced me on her knee | |
| A daddy on the road added to her tears and trials | |
| Like silver rain they fell upon this melancholy child | |
| The sounds of my childhood still linger in my song | |
| My mother' s lullaby that train that ran behind our home | |
| A whippoorwill on a window sill | |
| It should have made me smile | |
| But everything sounds lonesome to a melancholy child | |
| Now a restless blood runs in our family | |
| I thought | |
| I could out run the emptiness inside of me | |
| So I went a little crazy, went a little wild | |
| Trying to outdistance my own melancholy child | |
| I met a kind and gentleman who thinks the world of me | |
| And when he looks my way it is a woman that he sees | |
| But when I can' t explain to him the tears that fill my eyes | |
| He takes me in his arms and rocks his melancholy child | |
| You take a black | |
| Irish temper and some solemn | |
| Cherokee A | |
| Southern sense of humour and you got someone like me | |
| There are thorns on every rose to this | |
| I' m reconciled | |
| They' re just a little sharper to a melancholy child | |
| And in my own babe' s eyes | |
| I see the signs of melancholy child | |
| Heaven help us all, another melancholy child |
| zuò cí : DiPiero, Tillis | |
| A baby with a baby just barely seventeen | |
| My mother mourned her innocence | |
| While she bounced me on her knee | |
| A daddy on the road added to her tears and trials | |
| Like silver rain they fell upon this melancholy child | |
| The sounds of my childhood still linger in my song | |
| My mother' s lullaby that train that ran behind our home | |
| A whippoorwill on a window sill | |
| It should have made me smile | |
| But everything sounds lonesome to a melancholy child | |
| Now a restless blood runs in our family | |
| I thought | |
| I could out run the emptiness inside of me | |
| So I went a little crazy, went a little wild | |
| Trying to outdistance my own melancholy child | |
| I met a kind and gentleman who thinks the world of me | |
| And when he looks my way it is a woman that he sees | |
| But when I can' t explain to him the tears that fill my eyes | |
| He takes me in his arms and rocks his melancholy child | |
| You take a black | |
| Irish temper and some solemn | |
| Cherokee A | |
| Southern sense of humour and you got someone like me | |
| There are thorns on every rose to this | |
| I' m reconciled | |
| They' re just a little sharper to a melancholy child | |
| And in my own babe' s eyes | |
| I see the signs of melancholy child | |
| Heaven help us all, another melancholy child |