收聽Mat Kearney的Rochester (Album Version)歌詞歌曲

Rochester (Album Version)

Mat Kearney2012年1月1日

Rochester (Album Version) 歌詞

I was born in Rochester

To a bookmaking man

And fake cigar shops

With the games on in the back

See them coming and going

Let them ride on thoroughbreds

Police chief and Tompaw wondering

What was the spread

I carried rich mens bag through the brow

Trying to chase a little white ball

I learnt that any soft place

Wasn't good for me at all

Daddy came home fired up

Looking for some sort of reliefs

He beat the hell out of Timmy

Timmy beat the hell out of me

Yeah I would hop the fence out to

This government fields

Run 'til there was nothing more to feel

Lying there watching planes just disappear

Knowing one day I 'm gonna fly on out of here

Well that same police chief came to hawkin my first freshman day

Put my daddy in handcuffs put his picture on the front page

To carry one of his suits and all my dignity

Walk the halls around the court waiting for any punk to set me free

Yeah I would hop the fence out to this government fields

Run 'til there was nothing more to feel

Lying there watching planes just disappear

Knowing one day I 'm gonna fly on out of here

Well I got that call to Vietnam just like everyone else

I knew

So scared of the hand grenades

Threw them farther than any other troop

I came home like an iron fist

And Timmy tried to take my keys

Ripped open his front pocket

That was the last time he touched me

Moved to an island out west up to Breaken Bridge

Met a mermaid on a glass boat

And she promised me some kids

Bought a house in Oregon

Where you could touch both of the walls

Had a son named Benjamin

And I was so scared of it all

Well Benjamin walked in the front room

Where I was cutting up my hash

Looked into those deep blue eyes wondering

Why I've been so mad

Flushed the courter pound down

The drain praying for the mercy to confess

Trying to rip out that boy

From Rochester right out from my chest

We're gonna walk right out into these heavenly fields

Run like there was no more time to steal

My three boys in the grace of god I feel

Knowing one day you're gonna

Take me out of here

Knowing one day you're gonna

 

Take me out of here