| Song | This Mornin' I Am Born Again |
| Artist | Ray Wylie Hubbard |
| Album | Delirium Tremolos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cleaves, Guthrie | |
| By Woody Guthrie | |
| This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land | |
| I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant land | |
| I do not want your pearly gates don’t want your streets of gold | |
| This morning I was born again and a light shines on my soul | |
| This morning I was born again, I was born again complete | |
| I stood up above my troubles and I stand on my two feet | |
| My hand it feels unlimited, my body feels like the sky | |
| I feel at home in the universe where yonder planets fly | |
| This I was born again, my past is dead and gone | |
| This great eternal moment is my great eternal dawn | |
| Each drop of blood within me, each breath of life I breathe | |
| Is united with these mountains and the mountains with the seas | |
| I feel the sun upon me, it’s rays crawl through my skin | |
| I breathe the life of Jesus and old John Henry in | |
| I give myself, my heart, my soul to give some friend a hand | |
| This morning I was born again, I am in the promised land | |
| This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land | |
| I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant land | |
| I do not want your pearly gates don’t want your streets of gold | |
| And I do not want your mansion for my heart is never cold. |
| zuo ci : Cleaves, Guthrie | |
| By Woody Guthrie | |
| This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land | |
| I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant land | |
| I do not want your pearly gates don' t want your streets of gold | |
| This morning I was born again and a light shines on my soul | |
| This morning I was born again, I was born again complete | |
| I stood up above my troubles and I stand on my two feet | |
| My hand it feels unlimited, my body feels like the sky | |
| I feel at home in the universe where yonder planets fly | |
| This I was born again, my past is dead and gone | |
| This great eternal moment is my great eternal dawn | |
| Each drop of blood within me, each breath of life I breathe | |
| Is united with these mountains and the mountains with the seas | |
| I feel the sun upon me, it' s rays crawl through my skin | |
| I breathe the life of Jesus and old John Henry in | |
| I give myself, my heart, my soul to give some friend a hand | |
| This morning I was born again, I am in the promised land | |
| This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land | |
| I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant land | |
| I do not want your pearly gates don' t want your streets of gold | |
| And I do not want your mansion for my heart is never cold. |
| zuò cí : Cleaves, Guthrie | |
| By Woody Guthrie | |
| This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land | |
| I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant land | |
| I do not want your pearly gates don' t want your streets of gold | |
| This morning I was born again and a light shines on my soul | |
| This morning I was born again, I was born again complete | |
| I stood up above my troubles and I stand on my two feet | |
| My hand it feels unlimited, my body feels like the sky | |
| I feel at home in the universe where yonder planets fly | |
| This I was born again, my past is dead and gone | |
| This great eternal moment is my great eternal dawn | |
| Each drop of blood within me, each breath of life I breathe | |
| Is united with these mountains and the mountains with the seas | |
| I feel the sun upon me, it' s rays crawl through my skin | |
| I breathe the life of Jesus and old John Henry in | |
| I give myself, my heart, my soul to give some friend a hand | |
| This morning I was born again, I am in the promised land | |
| This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land | |
| I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant land | |
| I do not want your pearly gates don' t want your streets of gold | |
| And I do not want your mansion for my heart is never cold. |