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  • 作词 : John Barlow/Bob Weir
    作曲 : John Barlow/Bob Weir
    Bringing me down,
    I'm running aground
    Blind in the light of the interstate cars.
    Passing me by,
    The busses and semis,
    Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars.
    But I'm here by the road,
    Bound to the load
    That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars.
    Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up,
    The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars.
    The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
    With its words of a life where nothing is new.
    Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light.
    Ohhh, I'm drowning in you.
    I left St. Louis, the City of Blues,
    In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget.
    I tried to pretend it came to an end
    Cause you weren't the woman I thought I once met.
    But I can't deny that times have gone by
    When I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
    And I was a man when all this began
    Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet.
    The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in.
    And it speaks of a life that passes like dew.
    It's forced me to see that you've done better by me,
    Better by me than I've done by you.
    What's to be found, racing around,
    You carry your pain wherever you go.
    Full of the blues and trying to lose
    You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know.
    So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies
    Please help them to learn as well as to see
    Capture a glance and make it a dance
    Of looking at you looking at me.
    The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
    With its words of a lie that could almost be true.
    Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light.
    I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do
    Goin back home that's what I'm gonna do
    Turnin' around,
    That's what I'm gonna do
    'Cause you've done better by me
    Than I've done by you

  • 作词 : John Barlow/Bob Weir
    作曲 : John Barlow/Bob Weir
    Bringing me down,
    I'm running aground
    Blind in the light of the interstate cars.
    Passing me by,
    The busses and semis,
    Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars.
    But I'm here by the road,
    Bound to the load
    That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars.
    Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up,
    The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars.
    The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
    With its words of a life where nothing is new.
    Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light.
    Ohhh, I'm drowning in you.
    I left St. Louis, the City of Blues,
    In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget.
    I tried to pretend it came to an end
    Cause you weren't the woman I thought I once met.
    But I can't deny that times have gone by
    When I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
    And I was a man when all this began
    Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet.
    The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in.
    And it speaks of a life that passes like dew.
    It's forced me to see that you've done better by me,
    Better by me than I've done by you.
    What's to be found, racing around,
    You carry your pain wherever you go.
    Full of the blues and trying to lose
    You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know.
    So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies
    Please help them to learn as well as to see
    Capture a glance and make it a dance
    Of looking at you looking at me.
    The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
    With its words of a lie that could almost be true.
    Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light.
    I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do
    Goin back home that's what I'm gonna do
    Turnin' around,
    That's what I'm gonna do
    'Cause you've done better by me
    Than I've done by you

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