| Song | Letter In The Mail |
| Artist | James Taylor |
| Album | Never Die Young |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Taylor | |
| If i could go down now | |
| While the whole town is sleeping | |
| See the sun creeping up on the hill | |
| I know the river and the railroad | |
| Would run through the valley still | |
| I guess it never was much to look at | |
| Just a one-horse town | |
| The kind of place young people want to leave today | |
| Store fronts pretty much boarded up | |
| Main street pretty much closed down | |
| The church bell still rings on sunday | |
| Old folks still go | |
| The young ones listen on the radio | |
| Saturday night nothing but a stray dog running wild | |
| Like nobody's child | |
| And little by little, light after light | |
| That's how it died | |
| They say you never go home again | |
| That's no lie | |
| Its like a letter in the mail | |
| To a brother in jail | |
| It's a matter of time | |
| Until you can do a little bit better time | |
| It used to be part of the heartland | |
| Awful proud and strong | |
| But deep, deep down peaceful and serene | |
| When people used to talk about the country | |
| That's what they used to mean | |
| I might go down come the weekend | |
| Go on my own | |
| Drop off annie and the baby | |
| Maybe drive alone | |
| Pay my last respects to a time | |
| That has all but gone | |
| We said, mama come look at the mountain | |
| Fire in the sky | |
| It's lit up like the fourth of july | |
| The mill burning down | |
| The jobs leaving town | |
| The trains rolling by | |
| And little by little, light after light | |
| That's how it died | |
| They say you never go home again | |
| That's no lie | |
| It's just a letter in the mail | |
| To a brother in jail | |
| It's a matter of time | |
| Until you can do a little bit better time |
| zuo ci : Taylor | |
| If i could go down now | |
| While the whole town is sleeping | |
| See the sun creeping up on the hill | |
| I know the river and the railroad | |
| Would run through the valley still | |
| I guess it never was much to look at | |
| Just a onehorse town | |
| The kind of place young people want to leave today | |
| Store fronts pretty much boarded up | |
| Main street pretty much closed down | |
| The church bell still rings on sunday | |
| Old folks still go | |
| The young ones listen on the radio | |
| Saturday night nothing but a stray dog running wild | |
| Like nobody' s child | |
| And little by little, light after light | |
| That' s how it died | |
| They say you never go home again | |
| That' s no lie | |
| Its like a letter in the mail | |
| To a brother in jail | |
| It' s a matter of time | |
| Until you can do a little bit better time | |
| It used to be part of the heartland | |
| Awful proud and strong | |
| But deep, deep down peaceful and serene | |
| When people used to talk about the country | |
| That' s what they used to mean | |
| I might go down come the weekend | |
| Go on my own | |
| Drop off annie and the baby | |
| Maybe drive alone | |
| Pay my last respects to a time | |
| That has all but gone | |
| We said, mama come look at the mountain | |
| Fire in the sky | |
| It' s lit up like the fourth of july | |
| The mill burning down | |
| The jobs leaving town | |
| The trains rolling by | |
| And little by little, light after light | |
| That' s how it died | |
| They say you never go home again | |
| That' s no lie | |
| It' s just a letter in the mail | |
| To a brother in jail | |
| It' s a matter of time | |
| Until you can do a little bit better time |
| zuò cí : Taylor | |
| If i could go down now | |
| While the whole town is sleeping | |
| See the sun creeping up on the hill | |
| I know the river and the railroad | |
| Would run through the valley still | |
| I guess it never was much to look at | |
| Just a onehorse town | |
| The kind of place young people want to leave today | |
| Store fronts pretty much boarded up | |
| Main street pretty much closed down | |
| The church bell still rings on sunday | |
| Old folks still go | |
| The young ones listen on the radio | |
| Saturday night nothing but a stray dog running wild | |
| Like nobody' s child | |
| And little by little, light after light | |
| That' s how it died | |
| They say you never go home again | |
| That' s no lie | |
| Its like a letter in the mail | |
| To a brother in jail | |
| It' s a matter of time | |
| Until you can do a little bit better time | |
| It used to be part of the heartland | |
| Awful proud and strong | |
| But deep, deep down peaceful and serene | |
| When people used to talk about the country | |
| That' s what they used to mean | |
| I might go down come the weekend | |
| Go on my own | |
| Drop off annie and the baby | |
| Maybe drive alone | |
| Pay my last respects to a time | |
| That has all but gone | |
| We said, mama come look at the mountain | |
| Fire in the sky | |
| It' s lit up like the fourth of july | |
| The mill burning down | |
| The jobs leaving town | |
| The trains rolling by | |
| And little by little, light after light | |
| That' s how it died | |
| They say you never go home again | |
| That' s no lie | |
| It' s just a letter in the mail | |
| To a brother in jail | |
| It' s a matter of time | |
| Until you can do a little bit better time |