作词 : Gillian Welch 作曲 : Gillian Welch 制作人 : David Rawlings 音频工程师 : Matt Andrews There's gotta be a song left to sing' Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet Just gotta a little left One little drop of fallin' rain, one little chance to try again One little bird that makes it home now and then One little piece of endless sky, one little taste of cherry pie One little week in paradise and I start thinkin' There's gotta be a song left to sing' Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little note that ain't been used One little word, ain't been abused a thousand times In a thousand rhymes One little drop of fallin' rain, one little chance to try again One little bird that makes it every now and then One little piece of endless sky, one little taste of cherry pie One little week in paradise and I start thinkin' Gotta be a song left to sing' Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet Till there's nothing left, yeah
作词 : Gillian Welch 作曲 : Gillian Welch 制作人 : David Rawlings 音频工程师 : Matt Andrews There's gotta be a song left to sing' Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet Just gotta a little left One little drop of fallin' rain, one little chance to try again One little bird that makes it home now and then One little piece of endless sky, one little taste of cherry pie One little week in paradise and I start thinkin' There's gotta be a song left to sing' Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little note that ain't been used One little word, ain't been abused a thousand times In a thousand rhymes One little drop of fallin' rain, one little chance to try again One little bird that makes it every now and then One little piece of endless sky, one little taste of cherry pie One little week in paradise and I start thinkin' Gotta be a song left to sing' Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet Till there's nothing left, yeah
