音樂影片

積分

出演艺人
Fotheringay
Fotheringay
表演者
Jerry Donahue
Jerry Donahue
电吉他
Trevor Lucas
Trevor Lucas
原声吉他
Pat Donaldson
Pat Donaldson
低音吉他
Gerry Conway
Gerry Conway
Sandy Denny
Sandy Denny
演唱
作曲和作词
Fotheringay
Fotheringay
编曲
Jerry Donahue
Jerry Donahue
编曲
Trevor Lucas
Trevor Lucas
编曲
Pat Donaldson
Pat Donaldson
编曲
Gerry Conway
Gerry Conway
编曲
Sandy Denny
Sandy Denny
编曲
制作和工程
Joe Boyd
Joe Boyd
制作人

歌詞

On the banks of the hudson, my love and i lay down Just above 42nd street, while the rain was pouring down When i covered her with kisses, the sparks lit up her eyes We made love like mad angels, while the jersey trucks rolled by She said "don't you ever leave me, oh for godsake don't let me down" So i made her all kinds of promises about how i'd always be around But the speed was rippin' through my head, i'd only one thing on my mind So goodbye my love on 42nd Street, if i don't get out of here, i'm gonna die On the banks of the hudson, my love and i lay down Just one more midnight left to kill, then i'm outta new york town I could feel the ice man closin' in, i could almost smell his gun But that 20 grand i beat him out of would help me start again back home And she said "don't you ever leave me, oh for godsake don't let me down Then i thought about what they'd do to her when they found out i'd left town But the fire was racin' through my brain, i'd only one thing on my mind So goodbye my love on 42nd street, if i don't get out of here i'm gonna die Don't say i should have stayed with her, You don't know the full story about the girl I only used her just as much as she used me But sometimes you just gotta get out of new york city On the banks of the hudson, my love and i lay down Just above 42nd street, while the rain was pouring down When I covered her with kisses, the sparks lit up her eyes We made love like mad angels, while the jersey trucks rolled by And she said "don't you ever leave me, oh for godsake don't let me down But how could I ever take a black girl back to wexford town Just then the streets of fire turned to blood, a yellow cadillac cruised by And as i raced up 42nd street, the ice man shouted "Hey paddy, it's time to die"
Writer(s): Traditional, Philip Kelsall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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