| Song | Cross-Tie Walker |
| Artist | Creedence Clearwater Revival |
| Album | Green River |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : John Fogerty | |
| 作词 : Fogerty | |
| I went down to the station, just to take a ride. | |
| I went down to the station, just to take a ride. | |
| Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. | |
| Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band. | |
| I pulled out from the platform, nobody raised a hand. | |
| And there were no tears of regret from my runaway train. | |
| Train, train, train, train. | |
| Got no sand in my pocket, you know | |
| I ain't tied down. | |
| Ain't no sand in my pocket, never do sit down. | |
| I'm just a cross-tie walker, where the freight trains run. | |
| Run, run, run, run. | |
| If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time. | |
| If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time. ' | |
| Cause there's more miles between us than the | |
| Santa Fe Line. | |
| Run, run, run, run. | |
| Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.... |
| zuo qu : John Fogerty | |
| zuo ci : Fogerty | |
| I went down to the station, just to take a ride. | |
| I went down to the station, just to take a ride. | |
| Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. | |
| Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band. | |
| I pulled out from the platform, nobody raised a hand. | |
| And there were no tears of regret from my runaway train. | |
| Train, train, train, train. | |
| Got no sand in my pocket, you know | |
| I ain' t tied down. | |
| Ain' t no sand in my pocket, never do sit down. | |
| I' m just a crosstie walker, where the freight trains run. | |
| Run, run, run, run. | |
| If you see me acomin', don' t you waste my time. | |
| If you see me acomin', don' t you waste my time. ' | |
| Cause there' s more miles between us than the | |
| Santa Fe Line. | |
| Run, run, run, run. | |
| Mmmmmmmmmm.... |
| zuò qǔ : John Fogerty | |
| zuò cí : Fogerty | |
| I went down to the station, just to take a ride. | |
| I went down to the station, just to take a ride. | |
| Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. | |
| Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band. | |
| I pulled out from the platform, nobody raised a hand. | |
| And there were no tears of regret from my runaway train. | |
| Train, train, train, train. | |
| Got no sand in my pocket, you know | |
| I ain' t tied down. | |
| Ain' t no sand in my pocket, never do sit down. | |
| I' m just a crosstie walker, where the freight trains run. | |
| Run, run, run, run. | |
| If you see me acomin', don' t you waste my time. | |
| If you see me acomin', don' t you waste my time. ' | |
| Cause there' s more miles between us than the | |
| Santa Fe Line. | |
| Run, run, run, run. | |
| Mmmmmmmmmm.... |