| Song | Old Coyote Town |
| Artist | Don Williams |
| Album | Traces |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Boone, Nelson |
| [00:00.00] | Old Coyote Town by wap |
| [00:22.71] | He's got a U.S. flag on his front porch |
| [00:27.15] | To remind everyone where he lives |
| [00:31.89] | And up in the attic there are papers that prove |
| [00:36.65] | The old house is finally his. |
| [00:40.84] | After thirty-five years the grass still don't grow |
| [00:45.63] | In that rock hard west Texas ground |
| [00:50.00] | Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town. |
| [01:00.94] | Like horses the pick-ups are parked out in front |
| [01:05.63] | Of a cafe that don't need a name |
| [01:09.94] | Where the old men rock and the tumbleweeds roll |
| [01:14.34] | Past the boarded up windows down Main. |
| [01:20.83] | Waist high weeds hide a for sale sign |
| [01:25.44] | At the drive-in where my innocence died |
| [01:29.76] | With a rusty advertisement, dangling by a nail |
| [01:34.40] | Says Popcorn and Pepsi for a dime. |
| [01:38.50] | And down at the depot where I left for good |
| [01:42.95] | There's a hobo with his three-legged hound |
| [01:47.80] | Waitin' for a train, that no longer comes |
| [01:51.88] | To that old coyote town. |
| [01:58.32] | And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs |
| [02:02.69] | To a rythm that don't ever slow down |
| [02:07.35] | As cars and trucks, and time pass by |
| [02:11.78] | That old coyote town. |
| [02:18.34] | Daddy falls asleep in the living room |
| [02:22.45] | On the sofa with the TV on |
| [02:27.63] | Sometimes he waits for a phone call from me |
| [02:31.98] | Sometimes he waits too long |
| [02:36.02] | But I still think of the people and the place that he loves |
| [02:40.61] | How much longer will they be around |
| [02:45.50] | Till its ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
| [02:49.50] | For that old coyote town. |
| [02:55.86] | Like horses the pick-ups are parked out in front |
| [03:00.45] | Of a cafe that don't need a name |
| [03:04.86] | Where the old men rock and the tumbleweeds roll |
| [03:09.25] | Past the boarded up windows down Main. |
| [03:13.43] | And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs |
| [03:17.66] | To a rythm that don't ever slow down |
| [03:22.37] | As cars and trucks, and time pass by |
| [03:26.79] | That old coyote town. |
| [03:33.47] | God bless that old coyote town... |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Boone, Nelson |
| [00:00.00] | Old Coyote Town by wap |
| [00:22.71] | He' s got a U. S. flag on his front porch |
| [00:27.15] | To remind everyone where he lives |
| [00:31.89] | And up in the attic there are papers that prove |
| [00:36.65] | The old house is finally his. |
| [00:40.84] | After thirtyfive years the grass still don' t grow |
| [00:45.63] | In that rock hard west Texas ground |
| [00:50.00] | Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town. |
| [01:00.94] | Like horses the pickups are parked out in front |
| [01:05.63] | Of a cafe that don' t need a name |
| [01:09.94] | Where the old men rock and the tumbleweeds roll |
| [01:14.34] | Past the boarded up windows down Main. |
| [01:20.83] | Waist high weeds hide a for sale sign |
| [01:25.44] | At the drivein where my innocence died |
| [01:29.76] | With a rusty advertisement, dangling by a nail |
| [01:34.40] | Says Popcorn and Pepsi for a dime. |
| [01:38.50] | And down at the depot where I left for good |
| [01:42.95] | There' s a hobo with his threelegged hound |
| [01:47.80] | Waitin' for a train, that no longer comes |
| [01:51.88] | To that old coyote town. |
| [01:58.32] | And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs |
| [02:02.69] | To a rythm that don' t ever slow down |
| [02:07.35] | As cars and trucks, and time pass by |
| [02:11.78] | That old coyote town. |
| [02:18.34] | Daddy falls asleep in the living room |
| [02:22.45] | On the sofa with the TV on |
| [02:27.63] | Sometimes he waits for a phone call from me |
| [02:31.98] | Sometimes he waits too long |
| [02:36.02] | But I still think of the people and the place that he loves |
| [02:40.61] | How much longer will they be around |
| [02:45.50] | Till its ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
| [02:49.50] | For that old coyote town. |
| [02:55.86] | Like horses the pickups are parked out in front |
| [03:00.45] | Of a cafe that don' t need a name |
| [03:04.86] | Where the old men rock and the tumbleweeds roll |
| [03:09.25] | Past the boarded up windows down Main. |
| [03:13.43] | And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs |
| [03:17.66] | To a rythm that don' t ever slow down |
| [03:22.37] | As cars and trucks, and time pass by |
| [03:26.79] | That old coyote town. |
| [03:33.47] | God bless that old coyote town... |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Boone, Nelson |
| [00:00.00] | Old Coyote Town by wap |
| [00:22.71] | He' s got a U. S. flag on his front porch |
| [00:27.15] | To remind everyone where he lives |
| [00:31.89] | And up in the attic there are papers that prove |
| [00:36.65] | The old house is finally his. |
| [00:40.84] | After thirtyfive years the grass still don' t grow |
| [00:45.63] | In that rock hard west Texas ground |
| [00:50.00] | Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town. |
| [01:00.94] | Like horses the pickups are parked out in front |
| [01:05.63] | Of a cafe that don' t need a name |
| [01:09.94] | Where the old men rock and the tumbleweeds roll |
| [01:14.34] | Past the boarded up windows down Main. |
| [01:20.83] | Waist high weeds hide a for sale sign |
| [01:25.44] | At the drivein where my innocence died |
| [01:29.76] | With a rusty advertisement, dangling by a nail |
| [01:34.40] | Says Popcorn and Pepsi for a dime. |
| [01:38.50] | And down at the depot where I left for good |
| [01:42.95] | There' s a hobo with his threelegged hound |
| [01:47.80] | Waitin' for a train, that no longer comes |
| [01:51.88] | To that old coyote town. |
| [01:58.32] | And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs |
| [02:02.69] | To a rythm that don' t ever slow down |
| [02:07.35] | As cars and trucks, and time pass by |
| [02:11.78] | That old coyote town. |
| [02:18.34] | Daddy falls asleep in the living room |
| [02:22.45] | On the sofa with the TV on |
| [02:27.63] | Sometimes he waits for a phone call from me |
| [02:31.98] | Sometimes he waits too long |
| [02:36.02] | But I still think of the people and the place that he loves |
| [02:40.61] | How much longer will they be around |
| [02:45.50] | Till its ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
| [02:49.50] | For that old coyote town. |
| [02:55.86] | Like horses the pickups are parked out in front |
| [03:00.45] | Of a cafe that don' t need a name |
| [03:04.86] | Where the old men rock and the tumbleweeds roll |
| [03:09.25] | Past the boarded up windows down Main. |
| [03:13.43] | And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs |
| [03:17.66] | To a rythm that don' t ever slow down |
| [03:22.37] | As cars and trucks, and time pass by |
| [03:26.79] | That old coyote town. |
| [03:33.47] | God bless that old coyote town... |