| Song | Guitar Town - 1989/Live In Calgary |
| Artist | Steve Earle |
| Album | Copperhead Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Earle | |
| Hey pretty baby are you ready for me | |
| It's your good rockin' daddy down from tennessee | |
| I'm just out of austin bound for san antone | |
| With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on | |
| There's a speed trap up ahead in selma town | |
| But no local yokel gonna shut me down | |
| 'cause me and my boys got this rig unwound | |
| And we've come a thousand miles from a guitar town | |
| Nothin' ever happened 'round my hometown | |
| And i ain't the kind to just hang around | |
| But i heard someone callin' my name one day | |
| And i followed that voice down the lost highway | |
| Everybody told me you can't get far | |
| On thirty-seven dollars and a jap guitar | |
| Now i'm smokin' into texas with the hammer down | |
| And a rockin' little combo from the guitar town | |
| Hey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault | |
| I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt | |
| Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop | |
| Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why i don't stop | |
| Gotta keep rockin' why i still can | |
| I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan | |
| But when my boots hit the boards i'm a brand new man | |
| With my back to the riser i make my stand | |
| And hey pretty baby won't you hold me tight | |
| We're loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight | |
| One of these days i'm gonna settle down | |
| And take you back with me to the guitar town |
| zuo ci : Earle | |
| Hey pretty baby are you ready for me | |
| It' s your good rockin' daddy down from tennessee | |
| I' m just out of austin bound for san antone | |
| With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on | |
| There' s a speed trap up ahead in selma town | |
| But no local yokel gonna shut me down | |
| ' cause me and my boys got this rig unwound | |
| And we' ve come a thousand miles from a guitar town | |
| Nothin' ever happened ' round my hometown | |
| And i ain' t the kind to just hang around | |
| But i heard someone callin' my name one day | |
| And i followed that voice down the lost highway | |
| Everybody told me you can' t get far | |
| On thirtyseven dollars and a jap guitar | |
| Now i' m smokin' into texas with the hammer down | |
| And a rockin' little combo from the guitar town | |
| Hey pretty baby don' t you know it ain' t my fault | |
| I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt | |
| Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop | |
| Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why i don' t stop | |
| Gotta keep rockin' why i still can | |
| I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan | |
| But when my boots hit the boards i' m a brand new man | |
| With my back to the riser i make my stand | |
| And hey pretty baby won' t you hold me tight | |
| We' re loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight | |
| One of these days i' m gonna settle down | |
| And take you back with me to the guitar town |
| zuò cí : Earle | |
| Hey pretty baby are you ready for me | |
| It' s your good rockin' daddy down from tennessee | |
| I' m just out of austin bound for san antone | |
| With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on | |
| There' s a speed trap up ahead in selma town | |
| But no local yokel gonna shut me down | |
| ' cause me and my boys got this rig unwound | |
| And we' ve come a thousand miles from a guitar town | |
| Nothin' ever happened ' round my hometown | |
| And i ain' t the kind to just hang around | |
| But i heard someone callin' my name one day | |
| And i followed that voice down the lost highway | |
| Everybody told me you can' t get far | |
| On thirtyseven dollars and a jap guitar | |
| Now i' m smokin' into texas with the hammer down | |
| And a rockin' little combo from the guitar town | |
| Hey pretty baby don' t you know it ain' t my fault | |
| I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt | |
| Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop | |
| Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why i don' t stop | |
| Gotta keep rockin' why i still can | |
| I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan | |
| But when my boots hit the boards i' m a brand new man | |
| With my back to the riser i make my stand | |
| And hey pretty baby won' t you hold me tight | |
| We' re loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight | |
| One of these days i' m gonna settle down | |
| And take you back with me to the guitar town |