Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south 某处在深南部的摇篮

Magnolias sway in the breeze 木兰摇曳在微风中

To the lonesome sound of a Red Boned Hound; 一个红色的保税猎犬的寂寞的声音;

Howlin' at the moon and the trees. 嚎叫的月亮和树木。

There's a sad eyed boy, with his guitar; 有一个悲伤的眼睛的男孩，他的吉他;

Cuttin' his teeth on the blues. Cuttin “他的牙齿上的蓝色。

Wishin' on a falling star, at 127 Rose Avenue 许愿的一颗流星，在127玫瑰大道

   

The distant moan of a midnight train, 午夜火车遥远的呻吟，

Comes blowin' through the night. 来自吹响了一夜。

He dips his pen in tears and pain; 他逢低他的眼泪和痛苦的笔;

And he begins to write. 他开始写。

Bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly, 布特夜鹰太蓝飞，

And the Indian he once knew. 与印度，他曾经认识。

Bout lost highways, and purple skies; 布特失去了高速公路，紫色的天空;

At 127 Rose Avenue. 127玫瑰大道。

   

[Chorus] [合唱]

   

Caretaker said as he shook his head, 看守说，他摇了摇头，

"Son to you believe in Ghosts? “儿子，你相信有鬼吗？

For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill 对于一个五元的钞票，你可以感受到寒意

That he felt long ago." 他觉得很久以前。 “

   

So a I bought me a ticket at the front door; 所以我买了我在门口的车票;

Guess who was there inside. 猜猜谁在那里里面。

I felt his presence through the whole tour, 我在整个巡演感觉到他的存在，

God I swear, he was alive. 上帝，我发誓，他还活着。

I saw the train, I felt the pain, 我看到了火车，我感到痛苦，

I heard him moanin' the blues. 我听到他moanin “蓝调。

Twenty-nine years of memories; 二十九年的回忆;

At 127 Rose Avenue. 127玫瑰大道。

   

[Chorus] [合唱]

   

Another side eyed boy with his guitar, 另一边眼睛的男孩与他的吉他，

Cuttin' his teeth on the blues. Cuttin “他的牙齿上的蓝色。

Here I am wishin' on a falling star, 我在这里对流星许愿“ ，

At 127 Rose Avenue 127玫瑰大道

   

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