| 作词 : Clark, Mead | |
| I just blew back in town | |
| So I thought I'd hang around | |
| I ain't got nothin' else to do | |
| Don't see a soul I know | |
| This street done took it's toll | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
| The cops are sellin' souvenirs from cruisers | |
| The tourists send up roses to the losers | |
| Now all they wanna do is be ol' buckaroo | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
| Now some blew all their pay | |
| And some were blown away | |
| But they all blew their hillbilly lids | |
| Dancers all limp home | |
| The street lets out a groane | |
| And the whineo's are all snug under the bridge | |
| Somewhere in the alley, in the corner of my eye | |
| The ghost of Scotty Stoneman drinkin' Bluetail Fly | |
| A message from the past, your next might be your last | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues |
| zuo ci : Clark, Mead | |
| I just blew back in town | |
| So I thought I' d hang around | |
| I ain' t got nothin' else to do | |
| Don' t see a soul I know | |
| This street done took it' s toll | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
| The cops are sellin' souvenirs from cruisers | |
| The tourists send up roses to the losers | |
| Now all they wanna do is be ol' buckaroo | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
| Now some blew all their pay | |
| And some were blown away | |
| But they all blew their hillbilly lids | |
| Dancers all limp home | |
| The street lets out a groane | |
| And the whineo' s are all snug under the bridge | |
| Somewhere in the alley, in the corner of my eye | |
| The ghost of Scotty Stoneman drinkin' Bluetail Fly | |
| A message from the past, your next might be your last | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues |
| zuò cí : Clark, Mead | |
| I just blew back in town | |
| So I thought I' d hang around | |
| I ain' t got nothin' else to do | |
| Don' t see a soul I know | |
| This street done took it' s toll | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
| The cops are sellin' souvenirs from cruisers | |
| The tourists send up roses to the losers | |
| Now all they wanna do is be ol' buckaroo | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues | |
| Now some blew all their pay | |
| And some were blown away | |
| But they all blew their hillbilly lids | |
| Dancers all limp home | |
| The street lets out a groane | |
| And the whineo' s are all snug under the bridge | |
| Somewhere in the alley, in the corner of my eye | |
| The ghost of Scotty Stoneman drinkin' Bluetail Fly | |
| A message from the past, your next might be your last | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues | |
| Got them ol' lower Broad St Blues |