| Song | Draggin' My Chains |
| Artist | Pam Tillis |
| Album | Put Yourself In My Place |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carnes, Tillis | |
| My eyes may be hollow | |
| My face may be pale | |
| I may just be a shadow of my former self | |
| But tonight the ghost of heartaches past | |
| Is steppin' into town | |
| Gonna haunt the places where we used to hang around | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| I'm movin' in slow motion but it's motion just the same | |
| Pulling the weight of yesterday's pain | |
| I may not be free yet, but | |
| I'm draggin' my chains | |
| Some chains are made of gold | |
| Some chains are made of steel | |
| Just 'cause you can't see these chains | |
| Don't mean they're not real | |
| Until I find the weakest line in your memory | |
| I'll be a prisoner of love tryin' to break free | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| I'm movin' in slow motion but it's motion just the same | |
| Pulling the weight of yesterday's pain | |
| I may not be free yet, but | |
| I'm draggin' my chains |
| zuo ci : Carnes, Tillis | |
| My eyes may be hollow | |
| My face may be pale | |
| I may just be a shadow of my former self | |
| But tonight the ghost of heartaches past | |
| Is steppin' into town | |
| Gonna haunt the places where we used to hang around | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| I' m movin' in slow motion but it' s motion just the same | |
| Pulling the weight of yesterday' s pain | |
| I may not be free yet, but | |
| I' m draggin' my chains | |
| Some chains are made of gold | |
| Some chains are made of steel | |
| Just ' cause you can' t see these chains | |
| Don' t mean they' re not real | |
| Until I find the weakest line in your memory | |
| I' ll be a prisoner of love tryin' to break free | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| I' m movin' in slow motion but it' s motion just the same | |
| Pulling the weight of yesterday' s pain | |
| I may not be free yet, but | |
| I' m draggin' my chains |
| zuò cí : Carnes, Tillis | |
| My eyes may be hollow | |
| My face may be pale | |
| I may just be a shadow of my former self | |
| But tonight the ghost of heartaches past | |
| Is steppin' into town | |
| Gonna haunt the places where we used to hang around | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| I' m movin' in slow motion but it' s motion just the same | |
| Pulling the weight of yesterday' s pain | |
| I may not be free yet, but | |
| I' m draggin' my chains | |
| Some chains are made of gold | |
| Some chains are made of steel | |
| Just ' cause you can' t see these chains | |
| Don' t mean they' re not real | |
| Until I find the weakest line in your memory | |
| I' ll be a prisoner of love tryin' to break free | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| Draggin' my chains | |
| I' m movin' in slow motion but it' s motion just the same | |
| Pulling the weight of yesterday' s pain | |
| I may not be free yet, but | |
| I' m draggin' my chains |