歌词
[Verse 1]
Now there's three-hundred-fifty miles between the beds we're layin' in
I wonder if you're laying in yours thinking of me too
'Cause I've heard it said that Lincoln's like the Tulsa of Nebraska
But I say there ain't no one in this town who's quite like you
[Verse 2]
Three more days until I'm home and I'll be waking up beside you
Telling you about all the things I saw while I was away
Well, time, it don't pass quick when there ain't nothing here to fill it
But the only way I fill the time is thinking of your face
[Chorus]
Well, the nights here sure get cold and I miss having you around me
I miss the way you'd hold me when the rain starts coming down
I know it ain't easy, babe, but I'm sure glad you found me
Underneath the dark cloud drying out in Roger's County
[Verse 3]
Well, I dreamt of you last evening, we were grinning in the starlight
You were holding on to me so tight I thought I'd lose my arm
But I woke up in Kansas City feeling like I lost a bar fight
By the morning, I'll be alright long as I'm back where you are
[Chorus]
Well, the nights here sure get cold and I miss having you around me
I miss the way you'd hold me when the rain starts coming down
I know it ain't easy, babe, but I'm sure glad you found me
Underneath the dark cloud drying out in Roger's County
Written by: John Robert Carroll
