| Song | Slow Turning |
| Artist | John Hiatt |
| Album | Live From Austin TX |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hiatt | |
| When i was a boy, | |
| I thought it just came to ya' | |
| But i never could tell what's mine | |
| So it didn't matter anyway | |
| My only pride and joy | |
| Was this racket down here | |
| Bangin' on an old guitar | |
| And singin' what i had to say | |
| I always thought our house was haunted | |
| But nobody said boo to me | |
| I never did get what i wanted | |
| Now i get what i need | |
| Chorus: | |
| It's been a slow turnin' | |
| From the inside out | |
| A slow turnin' | |
| But you come about | |
| Slow learnin' | |
| But you learn to sway | |
| A slow turnin' baby | |
| Not fade away | |
| Now i'm in my car | |
| I got the radio on | |
| I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat | |
| 'cause they're bangin' like charlie watts | |
| You think you've come so far | |
| In this one horse town | |
| Then she's laughin' that crazy laugh | |
| 'cause you haven't left the parkin' lot | |
| Time is short and here's the damn thing about it | |
| You're gonna die, gonna die for sure | |
| And you can learn to life with love or without it | |
| But there ain't no cure | |
| There's just a... | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Hiatt | |
| When i was a boy, | |
| I thought it just came to ya' | |
| But i never could tell what' s mine | |
| So it didn' t matter anyway | |
| My only pride and joy | |
| Was this racket down here | |
| Bangin' on an old guitar | |
| And singin' what i had to say | |
| I always thought our house was haunted | |
| But nobody said boo to me | |
| I never did get what i wanted | |
| Now i get what i need | |
| Chorus: | |
| It' s been a slow turnin' | |
| From the inside out | |
| A slow turnin' | |
| But you come about | |
| Slow learnin' | |
| But you learn to sway | |
| A slow turnin' baby | |
| Not fade away | |
| Now i' m in my car | |
| I got the radio on | |
| I' m yellin' at the kids in the back seat | |
| ' cause they' re bangin' like charlie watts | |
| You think you' ve come so far | |
| In this one horse town | |
| Then she' s laughin' that crazy laugh | |
| ' cause you haven' t left the parkin' lot | |
| Time is short and here' s the damn thing about it | |
| You' re gonna die, gonna die for sure | |
| And you can learn to life with love or without it | |
| But there ain' t no cure | |
| There' s just a... | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Hiatt | |
| When i was a boy, | |
| I thought it just came to ya' | |
| But i never could tell what' s mine | |
| So it didn' t matter anyway | |
| My only pride and joy | |
| Was this racket down here | |
| Bangin' on an old guitar | |
| And singin' what i had to say | |
| I always thought our house was haunted | |
| But nobody said boo to me | |
| I never did get what i wanted | |
| Now i get what i need | |
| Chorus: | |
| It' s been a slow turnin' | |
| From the inside out | |
| A slow turnin' | |
| But you come about | |
| Slow learnin' | |
| But you learn to sway | |
| A slow turnin' baby | |
| Not fade away | |
| Now i' m in my car | |
| I got the radio on | |
| I' m yellin' at the kids in the back seat | |
| ' cause they' re bangin' like charlie watts | |
| You think you' ve come so far | |
| In this one horse town | |
| Then she' s laughin' that crazy laugh | |
| ' cause you haven' t left the parkin' lot | |
| Time is short and here' s the damn thing about it | |
| You' re gonna die, gonna die for sure | |
| And you can learn to life with love or without it | |
| But there ain' t no cure | |
| There' s just a... | |
| Chorus |