| Song | Buffalo River Home |
| Artist | John Hiatt |
| Album | Live From Austin TX |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hiatt | |
| I've been taking off and landing but this airport's closed | |
| And how much thicker this fog is gonna get god only knows | |
| Just when you think that you've got a grip | |
| Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip | |
| As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line | |
| Chorus: | |
| Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters | |
| Of the south running helter skelter | |
| Down through the mississippi delta | |
| With no place to call your own | |
| Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings | |
| All along the paint was peeling | |
| Down to an indian blanket on a pony | |
| With no rider in the flesh and bone | |
| Looking for his buffalo river home | |
| I've been circling the wagons down at times square | |
| Trying to fi'll up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there | |
| Hust when you think you can let it rip | |
| You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips | |
| As if you had some place better to go | |
| Or a better way to get there | |
| Chorus | |
| Now there's only two things in life but i forget what they are | |
| It seems we're either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails | |
| Or wishing on stars | |
| Just when you think that you've been gyped | |
| The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip | |
| And you run off and join the circus | |
| Yeah, you just let that pony ride |
| zuo ci : Hiatt | |
| I' ve been taking off and landing but this airport' s closed | |
| And how much thicker this fog is gonna get god only knows | |
| Just when you think that you' ve got a grip | |
| Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip | |
| As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line | |
| Chorus: | |
| Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters | |
| Of the south running helter skelter | |
| Down through the mississippi delta | |
| With no place to call your own | |
| Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings | |
| All along the paint was peeling | |
| Down to an indian blanket on a pony | |
| With no rider in the flesh and bone | |
| Looking for his buffalo river home | |
| I' ve been circling the wagons down at times square | |
| Trying to fi' ll up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there | |
| Hust when you think you can let it rip | |
| You' re pounding the pavement in your daddy' s wingtips | |
| As if you had some place better to go | |
| Or a better way to get there | |
| Chorus | |
| Now there' s only two things in life but i forget what they are | |
| It seems we' re either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails | |
| Or wishing on stars | |
| Just when you think that you' ve been gyped | |
| The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip | |
| And you run off and join the circus | |
| Yeah, you just let that pony ride |
| zuò cí : Hiatt | |
| I' ve been taking off and landing but this airport' s closed | |
| And how much thicker this fog is gonna get god only knows | |
| Just when you think that you' ve got a grip | |
| Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip | |
| As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line | |
| Chorus: | |
| Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters | |
| Of the south running helter skelter | |
| Down through the mississippi delta | |
| With no place to call your own | |
| Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings | |
| All along the paint was peeling | |
| Down to an indian blanket on a pony | |
| With no rider in the flesh and bone | |
| Looking for his buffalo river home | |
| I' ve been circling the wagons down at times square | |
| Trying to fi' ll up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there | |
| Hust when you think you can let it rip | |
| You' re pounding the pavement in your daddy' s wingtips | |
| As if you had some place better to go | |
| Or a better way to get there | |
| Chorus | |
| Now there' s only two things in life but i forget what they are | |
| It seems we' re either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails | |
| Or wishing on stars | |
| Just when you think that you' ve been gyped | |
| The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip | |
| And you run off and join the circus | |
| Yeah, you just let that pony ride |