| Song | Cigarettes And Gasoline |
| Artist | Emerson Hart |
| Album | Cigarettes And Gasoline |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hart | |
| Cigarettes and gasoline | |
| Morning seas they call to me | |
| Pulling line in the early light | |
| Being seventeen | |
| Good things, good things | |
| Far away from the painted doors | |
| The town where | |
| I was born | |
| Where my heroes came before me | |
| And the crowds called out for more | |
| Good things, good things | |
| I am trolling the ocean | |
| For the soul of my father | |
| Heavy sand kicks water | |
| And makes like a ghost | |
| He's waiting for me | |
| He's waiting for me | |
| Holding in and letting go | |
| Freezing hands and coffee burns | |
| Steering straight in a heavy tide | |
| All these things | |
| I've learned | |
| Good things, good things | |
| I am trolling the ocean | |
| For the soul of my father | |
| Heavy sand kicks water | |
| And makes like a ghost | |
| He's waiting for me | |
| He's waiting for me | |
| Cigarettes and gasoline | |
| Morning seas they call to me | |
| I'm pulling line in the early light | |
| Being seventeen | |
| Good things, good things | |
| Good things, good things |
| zuo qu : Hart | |
| Cigarettes and gasoline | |
| Morning seas they call to me | |
| Pulling line in the early light | |
| Being seventeen | |
| Good things, good things | |
| Far away from the painted doors | |
| The town where | |
| I was born | |
| Where my heroes came before me | |
| And the crowds called out for more | |
| Good things, good things | |
| I am trolling the ocean | |
| For the soul of my father | |
| Heavy sand kicks water | |
| And makes like a ghost | |
| He' s waiting for me | |
| He' s waiting for me | |
| Holding in and letting go | |
| Freezing hands and coffee burns | |
| Steering straight in a heavy tide | |
| All these things | |
| I' ve learned | |
| Good things, good things | |
| I am trolling the ocean | |
| For the soul of my father | |
| Heavy sand kicks water | |
| And makes like a ghost | |
| He' s waiting for me | |
| He' s waiting for me | |
| Cigarettes and gasoline | |
| Morning seas they call to me | |
| I' m pulling line in the early light | |
| Being seventeen | |
| Good things, good things | |
| Good things, good things |
| zuò qǔ : Hart | |
| Cigarettes and gasoline | |
| Morning seas they call to me | |
| Pulling line in the early light | |
| Being seventeen | |
| Good things, good things | |
| Far away from the painted doors | |
| The town where | |
| I was born | |
| Where my heroes came before me | |
| And the crowds called out for more | |
| Good things, good things | |
| I am trolling the ocean | |
| For the soul of my father | |
| Heavy sand kicks water | |
| And makes like a ghost | |
| He' s waiting for me | |
| He' s waiting for me | |
| Holding in and letting go | |
| Freezing hands and coffee burns | |
| Steering straight in a heavy tide | |
| All these things | |
| I' ve learned | |
| Good things, good things | |
| I am trolling the ocean | |
| For the soul of my father | |
| Heavy sand kicks water | |
| And makes like a ghost | |
| He' s waiting for me | |
| He' s waiting for me | |
| Cigarettes and gasoline | |
| Morning seas they call to me | |
| I' m pulling line in the early light | |
| Being seventeen | |
| Good things, good things | |
| Good things, good things |