Red Buds Lyrics

	作词 : Whitmore
	The wind blows hard up in whipoorwill hill
	And the red buds sway in the breeze
	If you listen real close you can hear
	The desperate cry of a broken man on his knees
	The rain beats hard on a poor man's head
	The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
	And the water keeps on rising
	At the old homestead
	If the corn's knee high by the fourth of July
	And mother nature smiles on us all,
	And there's a ring around the moon
	That means rain is coming soon
	And we'll have a good harvest this fall
	The rain beats hard on a poor man's head
	The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
	The moon keeps on shining
	On the old homestead
	The wind blows through the wheatfield at night
	And it plays a lonely tune
	The bones clatter in the trees, waving in the summer breeze
	And there ain't nothing like Lee County in June
	The rain beats hard on a poor man's head
	The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
	The river keeps on flowing by
	The old homestead

	zuo ci : Whitmore
	The wind blows hard up in whipoorwill hill
	And the red buds sway in the breeze
	If you listen real close you can hear
	The desperate cry of a broken man on his knees
	The rain beats hard on a poor man' s head
	The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
	And the water keeps on rising
	At the old homestead
	If the corn' s knee high by the fourth of July
	And mother nature smiles on us all,
	And there' s a ring around the moon
	That means rain is coming soon
	And we' ll have a good harvest this fall
	The rain beats hard on a poor man' s head
	The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
	The moon keeps on shining
	On the old homestead
	The wind blows through the wheatfield at night
	And it plays a lonely tune
	The bones clatter in the trees, waving in the summer breeze
	And there ain' t nothing like Lee County in June
	The rain beats hard on a poor man' s head
	The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
	The river keeps on flowing by
	The old homestead

	zuò cí : Whitmore
	The wind blows hard up in whipoorwill hill
	And the red buds sway in the breeze
	If you listen real close you can hear
	The desperate cry of a broken man on his knees
	The rain beats hard on a poor man' s head
	The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
	And the water keeps on rising
	At the old homestead
	If the corn' s knee high by the fourth of July
	And mother nature smiles on us all,
	And there' s a ring around the moon
	That means rain is coming soon
	And we' ll have a good harvest this fall
	The rain beats hard on a poor man' s head
	The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
	The moon keeps on shining
	On the old homestead
	The wind blows through the wheatfield at night
	And it plays a lonely tune
	The bones clatter in the trees, waving in the summer breeze
	And there ain' t nothing like Lee County in June
	The rain beats hard on a poor man' s head
	The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
	The river keeps on flowing by
	The old homestead

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