Buffalo River Home (Live)-John Hiatt

歌手 : John Hiatt

专辑 : Live From Austin TX

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:37

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TXT Buffalo River Home (Live)-John Hiatt 文本歌词

Buffalo River Home (Live) - John Hiatt

I've been taking off and landing

But this airport's closed

And how much thicker this fog

Is gonna get well God only knows

Just when you think

That you've got a grip

Reality sneaks off

It gives you the slip

As if you ever knew

What it was taking you down the line

Tearing through the cotton

Fields and bus shelters

Of the south running helter skelter

Down through the Mississippi Delta

With no place to call your own

Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings

All along the paint was peeling

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

With no rider in the flesh and bone

Looking for his buffalo river home

I've been circling the wagons

Down at Times Square

Trying to fill up this hole in

My soul but nothing fits there

Just when you think

You can let it rip

You're pounding the pavement

In your daddy's wingtips

As if you had some place else

To go or a better way to get there

Tearing through the cotton fields

And bus shelters

Of the south running helter skelter

Down through the Mississippi Delta

With no place to call your own

Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings

All along the paint was peeling

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

With no rider in the flesh and bone

Looking for his buffalo river home

Now there's only two things in life

But I forget what they are

It seems we're either hanging

On a moonbeam's coat tails

Or wishing on stars

Just when you think that

You've been gypped

The bearded lady comes

And does a double back flip

You run off and join the circus

Ya you just let that pony ride

Tearing through the cotton

Fields and bus shelters

Of the south running helter skelter

Down through the Mississippi Delta

With no place to call your own

Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings

All along the paint was peeling

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

With no rider in the flesh and bone

Looking for his buffalo river home

Let that pony ride