| Song | I Dream a Highway |
| Artist | Gillian Welch |
| Album | Time (The Revelator) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : David Rawlings/Gillian Welch | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come and rest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| John, he's kicking out the footlights | |
| The Grand Ole Opry's got a brand new band | |
| Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I think I'll move down into Memphis | |
| And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue | |
| I lie and wait until the wagons come | |
| And dream a highway back to you | |
| The getaway kickin' up cinders | |
| An empty wagon full of rattling bones | |
| Moon in the mirror on a three hour Jones | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come arrest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds? | |
| Now you be Emmylou and I'll be Gram | |
| I send a letter, don't know who I am | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I'm an indisguisable shade of twilight | |
| Any second now, I'm gonna turn myself on | |
| In the blue display of the cool cathode ray | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds | |
| Fire riding, wheeling when I lead 'em up | |
| Drank whiskey with my water, sugar in my tea | |
| My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come molest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Now, give me some of what you're having | |
| I'll take you as a viper into my head | |
| A knife into my bed, arsenic when I'm fed | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Hang overhead from all directions | |
| Radiation from the porcelain light | |
| Blind and blistered by the morning white | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Sunday morning at the Diner | |
| Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears | |
| I watched the waitress for a thousand years | |
| Saw a wheel inside a wheel, heard a call within a call | |
| I dreamed a highway back to, you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come molest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Step into the light, poor Lazarus | |
| Don't lie alone behind the window shade | |
| Let me see the mark death made | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| What will sustain us through the winter? | |
| Where did last years lessons go? | |
| Walk me out into the rain and snow | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come and bless my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come and bless my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you |
| zuo qu : David Rawlings Gillian Welch | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come and rest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| John, he' s kicking out the footlights | |
| The Grand Ole Opry' s got a brand new band | |
| Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I think I' ll move down into Memphis | |
| And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue | |
| I lie and wait until the wagons come | |
| And dream a highway back to you | |
| The getaway kickin' up cinders | |
| An empty wagon full of rattling bones | |
| Moon in the mirror on a three hour Jones | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come arrest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds? | |
| Now you be Emmylou and I' ll be Gram | |
| I send a letter, don' t know who I am | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I' m an indisguisable shade of twilight | |
| Any second now, I' m gonna turn myself on | |
| In the blue display of the cool cathode ray | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds | |
| Fire riding, wheeling when I lead ' em up | |
| Drank whiskey with my water, sugar in my tea | |
| My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come molest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Now, give me some of what you' re having | |
| I' ll take you as a viper into my head | |
| A knife into my bed, arsenic when I' m fed | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Hang overhead from all directions | |
| Radiation from the porcelain light | |
| Blind and blistered by the morning white | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Sunday morning at the Diner | |
| Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears | |
| I watched the waitress for a thousand years | |
| Saw a wheel inside a wheel, heard a call within a call | |
| I dreamed a highway back to, you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come molest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Step into the light, poor Lazarus | |
| Don' t lie alone behind the window shade | |
| Let me see the mark death made | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| What will sustain us through the winter? | |
| Where did last years lessons go? | |
| Walk me out into the rain and snow | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come and bless my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come and bless my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you |
| zuò qǔ : David Rawlings Gillian Welch | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come and rest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| John, he' s kicking out the footlights | |
| The Grand Ole Opry' s got a brand new band | |
| Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I think I' ll move down into Memphis | |
| And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue | |
| I lie and wait until the wagons come | |
| And dream a highway back to you | |
| The getaway kickin' up cinders | |
| An empty wagon full of rattling bones | |
| Moon in the mirror on a three hour Jones | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come arrest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds? | |
| Now you be Emmylou and I' ll be Gram | |
| I send a letter, don' t know who I am | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I' m an indisguisable shade of twilight | |
| Any second now, I' m gonna turn myself on | |
| In the blue display of the cool cathode ray | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds | |
| Fire riding, wheeling when I lead ' em up | |
| Drank whiskey with my water, sugar in my tea | |
| My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come molest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Now, give me some of what you' re having | |
| I' ll take you as a viper into my head | |
| A knife into my bed, arsenic when I' m fed | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Hang overhead from all directions | |
| Radiation from the porcelain light | |
| Blind and blistered by the morning white | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Sunday morning at the Diner | |
| Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears | |
| I watched the waitress for a thousand years | |
| Saw a wheel inside a wheel, heard a call within a call | |
| I dreamed a highway back to, you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come molest my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Step into the light, poor Lazarus | |
| Don' t lie alone behind the window shade | |
| Let me see the mark death made | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| What will sustain us through the winter? | |
| Where did last years lessons go? | |
| Walk me out into the rain and snow | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come and bless my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| I dream a highway back to you | |
| Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love | |
| A winding ribbon with a band of gold | |
| A silver vision, come and bless my soul | |
| I dream a highway back to you |