Crying Song

The Black Crowes - Locust Street


www.lrcgc.com 活在当下 制作



Dry bread on the table

Burn the mill salt the paper



And its easy pick-ins on Locust Street

There's no place to hide

And you can't find love on Locust Street

But you can hear the sunrise crying

Can't you hear the sunrise crying

A song for you alone



Sad eyes, weeping willow

Black cat blues, blacked out window



And its easy pick-ins on Locust Street

There's no place to hide

And you can't find love on Locust Street

But you can hear the sunrise crying

Can't you hear the sunrise crying



A song for you alone



Just a glimpse of what love could be

Once a dream that I owned

What of many lonely longing souls

At least I'm not alone

Well at least I'm not alone



Ripe off the vine now lay rotten

Like a dead end street forever forgot