| Song | Dust Down A Country Road |
| Artist | John Hiatt |
| Album | Walk On |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hiatt | |
| Could not get to sleep | |
| It was on my wedding night | |
| I was tangled in the sheets | |
| And i was dreaming of a light | |
| Pouring from her window | |
| Coming up through the floor | |
| Lifting up the darkness | |
| Crashing through my kitchen door | |
| Down to that old oak table | |
| I went to take a look | |
| And my whole life flashed before me | |
| Just like a story book | |
| She used to make me breakfast | |
| Or sit around and talk | |
| Have another cup of coffee | |
| Or maybe take a little walk | |
| Chorus: | |
| Dust down a country road | |
| Blowing int he wind | |
| Behind an old truck load | |
| Up before the rooster crowed | |
| There's an old dog staring | |
| At the dust down a country road | |
| And that truck is going somewhere | |
| I just can't be sure | |
| When tomorrow's just the day | |
| After all that's gone before | |
| And i always thought of leaving | |
| I never could stay too long | |
| Now her memory's catching up | |
| And our sweet dreams are all gone | |
| Chorus | |
| If i had a bullet i'd put it in this gun | |
| And i'd catch that old dog napping | |
| And i'd shoot him before he runs | |
| Cause he ain't much good for nothin' | |
| Except staring at the dust | |
| Lord i wonder what he's looking at | |
| Sneaking up on us | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Hiatt | |
| Could not get to sleep | |
| It was on my wedding night | |
| I was tangled in the sheets | |
| And i was dreaming of a light | |
| Pouring from her window | |
| Coming up through the floor | |
| Lifting up the darkness | |
| Crashing through my kitchen door | |
| Down to that old oak table | |
| I went to take a look | |
| And my whole life flashed before me | |
| Just like a story book | |
| She used to make me breakfast | |
| Or sit around and talk | |
| Have another cup of coffee | |
| Or maybe take a little walk | |
| Chorus: | |
| Dust down a country road | |
| Blowing int he wind | |
| Behind an old truck load | |
| Up before the rooster crowed | |
| There' s an old dog staring | |
| At the dust down a country road | |
| And that truck is going somewhere | |
| I just can' t be sure | |
| When tomorrow' s just the day | |
| After all that' s gone before | |
| And i always thought of leaving | |
| I never could stay too long | |
| Now her memory' s catching up | |
| And our sweet dreams are all gone | |
| Chorus | |
| If i had a bullet i' d put it in this gun | |
| And i' d catch that old dog napping | |
| And i' d shoot him before he runs | |
| Cause he ain' t much good for nothin' | |
| Except staring at the dust | |
| Lord i wonder what he' s looking at | |
| Sneaking up on us | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Hiatt | |
| Could not get to sleep | |
| It was on my wedding night | |
| I was tangled in the sheets | |
| And i was dreaming of a light | |
| Pouring from her window | |
| Coming up through the floor | |
| Lifting up the darkness | |
| Crashing through my kitchen door | |
| Down to that old oak table | |
| I went to take a look | |
| And my whole life flashed before me | |
| Just like a story book | |
| She used to make me breakfast | |
| Or sit around and talk | |
| Have another cup of coffee | |
| Or maybe take a little walk | |
| Chorus: | |
| Dust down a country road | |
| Blowing int he wind | |
| Behind an old truck load | |
| Up before the rooster crowed | |
| There' s an old dog staring | |
| At the dust down a country road | |
| And that truck is going somewhere | |
| I just can' t be sure | |
| When tomorrow' s just the day | |
| After all that' s gone before | |
| And i always thought of leaving | |
| I never could stay too long | |
| Now her memory' s catching up | |
| And our sweet dreams are all gone | |
| Chorus | |
| If i had a bullet i' d put it in this gun | |
| And i' d catch that old dog napping | |
| And i' d shoot him before he runs | |
| Cause he ain' t much good for nothin' | |
| Except staring at the dust | |
| Lord i wonder what he' s looking at | |
| Sneaking up on us | |
| Chorus |