作词 : B.R. Hornsby
作曲 : B.R. Hornsby
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
People laughing and smiles all around me
Balloons and paper in my hair
There's a man in a car with the top down
Waving wildly at me "The poor son of a gun",
I know he's thinking
Better him, him than me
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
I was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes
I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man's best salute
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作词 : B.R. Hornsby
作曲 : B.R. Hornsby
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
People laughing and smiles all around me
Balloons and paper in my hair
There's a man in a car with the top down
Waving wildly at me "The poor son of a gun",
I know he's thinking
Better him, him than me
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
I was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes
I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man's best salute
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
📝
纯歌词版本
作词 : B.R. Hornsby
作曲 : B.R. Hornsby
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
People laughing and smiles all around me
Balloons and paper in my hair
There's a man in a car with the top down
Waving wildly at me "The poor son of a gun",
I know he's thinking
Better him, him than me
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
I was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes
I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man's best salute
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作词 : B.R. Hornsby
作曲 : B.R. Hornsby
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
People laughing and smiles all around me
Balloons and paper in my hair
There's a man in a car with the top down
Waving wildly at me "The poor son of a gun",
I know he's thinking
Better him, him than me
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
I was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes
I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man's best salute
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son