| 作词 : Fitch, Hennessy | |
| Big man, big hands | |
| Strong back, strong mind | |
| Golden glove, at 16 | |
| Good looking like Steve McQueen | |
| I'm dumb, He's mad | |
| I push to fight | |
| He says, "Let's go" | |
| I said, "All right" | |
| Hey, I said, "Okay" | |
| Yeah, Poppa bought a pick-up truck | |
| With bottle tops and that's enough | |
| A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
| Blue and white rustin' away | |
| Aww, still we ride | |
| Yeah, just father and son | |
| Small child, front seat | |
| Mouth in dad's ear | |
| As they drive that truck | |
| In the night, in the night | |
| Looking up at the night | |
| Through dark windshields | |
| Buster Browns won't reach | |
| I ask to drive | |
| And he says, "Okay" | |
| Well, Papa bought a pick up truck | |
| With bottle tops and that's enough | |
| A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
| Blue and white rustin' away | |
| Aw, still we ride | |
| Yeah, just father and son | |
| Cool Hand says, "I'm a man who can eat fifty eggs" | |
| And, "Sayin' it's your job, don't make it, make it right" | |
| We laugh, we cry | |
| We say, "That's right" | |
| He says, "Let's drive" | |
| We say, "All right" | |
| Yeah, we said, "Okay" | |
| Papa says, "Let's go for a ride" | |
| "Oh, We'll grab a bite to eat" | |
| "Hell boy, might even let you drive" | |
| I said, "Hey pop, oh, turn up the radio" | |
| "Aw, 'cause that's my favorite song" | |
| "Hey, that's my favorite song" | |
| As we went along | |
| Oh, roll down your window | |
| As we went along | |
| Yeah, just father and son | |
| Hey, just like we were | |
| Yeah, a father and son | |
| Hey Papa, "Dairy Queen sounds good to me" | |
| And Papa, "Pull off here, I've got to take a leak" | |
| And Papa, "You're gonna have to kill me, to keep me down" | |
| And Papa, you laugh when I say, | |
| "Move it up here, Dragline" | |
| Oh, Dragline |
| zuo ci : Fitch, Hennessy | |
| Big man, big hands | |
| Strong back, strong mind | |
| Golden glove, at 16 | |
| Good looking like Steve McQueen | |
| I' m dumb, He' s mad | |
| I push to fight | |
| He says, " Let' s go" | |
| I said, " All right" | |
| Hey, I said, " Okay" | |
| Yeah, Poppa bought a pickup truck | |
| With bottle tops and that' s enough | |
| A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
| Blue and white rustin' away | |
| Aww, still we ride | |
| Yeah, just father and son | |
| Small child, front seat | |
| Mouth in dad' s ear | |
| As they drive that truck | |
| In the night, in the night | |
| Looking up at the night | |
| Through dark windshields | |
| Buster Browns won' t reach | |
| I ask to drive | |
| And he says, " Okay" | |
| Well, Papa bought a pick up truck | |
| With bottle tops and that' s enough | |
| A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
| Blue and white rustin' away | |
| Aw, still we ride | |
| Yeah, just father and son | |
| Cool Hand says, " I' m a man who can eat fifty eggs" | |
| And, " Sayin' it' s your job, don' t make it, make it right" | |
| We laugh, we cry | |
| We say, " That' s right" | |
| He says, " Let' s drive" | |
| We say, " All right" | |
| Yeah, we said, " Okay" | |
| Papa says, " Let' s go for a ride" | |
| " Oh, We' ll grab a bite to eat" | |
| " Hell boy, might even let you drive" | |
| I said, " Hey pop, oh, turn up the radio" | |
| " Aw, ' cause that' s my favorite song" | |
| " Hey, that' s my favorite song" | |
| As we went along | |
| Oh, roll down your window | |
| As we went along | |
| Yeah, just father and son | |
| Hey, just like we were | |
| Yeah, a father and son | |
| Hey Papa, " Dairy Queen sounds good to me" | |
| And Papa, " Pull off here, I' ve got to take a leak" | |
| And Papa, " You' re gonna have to kill me, to keep me down" | |
| And Papa, you laugh when I say, | |
| " Move it up here, Dragline" | |
| Oh, Dragline |
| zuò cí : Fitch, Hennessy | |
| Big man, big hands | |
| Strong back, strong mind | |
| Golden glove, at 16 | |
| Good looking like Steve McQueen | |
| I' m dumb, He' s mad | |
| I push to fight | |
| He says, " Let' s go" | |
| I said, " All right" | |
| Hey, I said, " Okay" | |
| Yeah, Poppa bought a pickup truck | |
| With bottle tops and that' s enough | |
| A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
| Blue and white rustin' away | |
| Aww, still we ride | |
| Yeah, just father and son | |
| Small child, front seat | |
| Mouth in dad' s ear | |
| As they drive that truck | |
| In the night, in the night | |
| Looking up at the night | |
| Through dark windshields | |
| Buster Browns won' t reach | |
| I ask to drive | |
| And he says, " Okay" | |
| Well, Papa bought a pick up truck | |
| With bottle tops and that' s enough | |
| A beat up piece of Chevrolet | |
| Blue and white rustin' away | |
| Aw, still we ride | |
| Yeah, just father and son | |
| Cool Hand says, " I' m a man who can eat fifty eggs" | |
| And, " Sayin' it' s your job, don' t make it, make it right" | |
| We laugh, we cry | |
| We say, " That' s right" | |
| He says, " Let' s drive" | |
| We say, " All right" | |
| Yeah, we said, " Okay" | |
| Papa says, " Let' s go for a ride" | |
| " Oh, We' ll grab a bite to eat" | |
| " Hell boy, might even let you drive" | |
| I said, " Hey pop, oh, turn up the radio" | |
| " Aw, ' cause that' s my favorite song" | |
| " Hey, that' s my favorite song" | |
| As we went along | |
| Oh, roll down your window | |
| As we went along | |
| Yeah, just father and son | |
| Hey, just like we were | |
| Yeah, a father and son | |
| Hey Papa, " Dairy Queen sounds good to me" | |
| And Papa, " Pull off here, I' ve got to take a leak" | |
| And Papa, " You' re gonna have to kill me, to keep me down" | |
| And Papa, you laugh when I say, | |
| " Move it up here, Dragline" | |
| Oh, Dragline |
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