| Song | And It Stoned Me |
| Artist | Van Morrison |
| Album | Still On Top - The Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Morrison | |
| Half a mile from the county fair | |
| And the rain keep pourin' down | |
| Me and Billy standin' there | |
| With a silver half a crown | |
| Hands are full of a fishin' rod | |
| And the tackle on our backs | |
| We just stood there gettin' wet | |
| With our backs against the fence | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Hope it don't rain all day | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like | |
| Jelly Roll | |
| And it stoned me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like goin' home | |
| And it stoned me | |
| Then the rain let up and the sun came up | |
| And we were gettin' dry | |
| Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by | |
| So we jumped right in and the driver grinned | |
| And he dropped us up the road | |
| We looked at the swim and we jumped right in | |
| Not to mention fishing poles | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Let it run all over me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like | |
| Jelly Roll | |
| And it stoned me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like goin' home | |
| And it stoned me | |
| On the way back home we sang a song | |
| But our throats were getting dry | |
| Then we saw the man from across the road | |
| With the sunshine in his eyes | |
| Well, he lived all alone in his own little home | |
| With a great big gallon jar | |
| There were bottles too, one for me and you | |
| And he said, "Hey, there you are" | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Get it myself | |
| From the mountain stream | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like | |
| Jelly Roll | |
| And it stoned me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like goin' home | |
| And it stoned me |
| zuo ci : Morrison | |
| Half a mile from the county fair | |
| And the rain keep pourin' down | |
| Me and Billy standin' there | |
| With a silver half a crown | |
| Hands are full of a fishin' rod | |
| And the tackle on our backs | |
| We just stood there gettin' wet | |
| With our backs against the fence | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Hope it don' t rain all day | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like | |
| Jelly Roll | |
| And it stoned me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like goin' home | |
| And it stoned me | |
| Then the rain let up and the sun came up | |
| And we were gettin' dry | |
| Almost let a pickup truck nearly pass us by | |
| So we jumped right in and the driver grinned | |
| And he dropped us up the road | |
| We looked at the swim and we jumped right in | |
| Not to mention fishing poles | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Let it run all over me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like | |
| Jelly Roll | |
| And it stoned me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like goin' home | |
| And it stoned me | |
| On the way back home we sang a song | |
| But our throats were getting dry | |
| Then we saw the man from across the road | |
| With the sunshine in his eyes | |
| Well, he lived all alone in his own little home | |
| With a great big gallon jar | |
| There were bottles too, one for me and you | |
| And he said, " Hey, there you are" | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Get it myself | |
| From the mountain stream | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like | |
| Jelly Roll | |
| And it stoned me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like goin' home | |
| And it stoned me |
| zuò cí : Morrison | |
| Half a mile from the county fair | |
| And the rain keep pourin' down | |
| Me and Billy standin' there | |
| With a silver half a crown | |
| Hands are full of a fishin' rod | |
| And the tackle on our backs | |
| We just stood there gettin' wet | |
| With our backs against the fence | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Hope it don' t rain all day | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like | |
| Jelly Roll | |
| And it stoned me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like goin' home | |
| And it stoned me | |
| Then the rain let up and the sun came up | |
| And we were gettin' dry | |
| Almost let a pickup truck nearly pass us by | |
| So we jumped right in and the driver grinned | |
| And he dropped us up the road | |
| We looked at the swim and we jumped right in | |
| Not to mention fishing poles | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Let it run all over me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like | |
| Jelly Roll | |
| And it stoned me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like goin' home | |
| And it stoned me | |
| On the way back home we sang a song | |
| But our throats were getting dry | |
| Then we saw the man from across the road | |
| With the sunshine in his eyes | |
| Well, he lived all alone in his own little home | |
| With a great big gallon jar | |
| There were bottles too, one for me and you | |
| And he said, " Hey, there you are" | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Oh, the water | |
| Get it myself | |
| From the mountain stream | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like | |
| Jelly Roll | |
| And it stoned me | |
| And it stoned me to my soul | |
| Stoned me just like goin' home | |
| And it stoned me |