積分
出演艺人
Plains
表演者
作曲和作词
Hoyt Van Tanner
作曲
制作和工程
Brad Cook
制作人
Jon Ashley
工程师
Alli Rogers
工程师
Alex Farrar
混音工程师
歌詞
Her face read like Anna Karenina
She was strong as that old gypsum weed
And oh, she could dance like a blind beggars hand
Just waiting for someone to see
She spoke like a hard night in Beaumont
Carried on like the old Suwannee
And she came along like a ravenous song
So hungry for someone to sing
The days turned like cowards
So swiftly to the hour of need
And I'll be a martyr to whatever
Your heartache will leave
Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
Born with no name
Her eyes, they were set like a cannon
And boy, they'd blow you away
And she'd cross your mind
Like a cheap box of wine
Where each sip's like a track switch and train
She swore like a dry county welder
She's pry on the side seldom seen
And she could make love like Augusta Road
And just buckle like the bends in a creek
The days turned like cowards
So swiftly to the hour of need
And I'll be a martyr to whatever
Your heartache will leave
Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
Born with no name
The days turned like cowards
So swiftly to the hour of need
And I'll be a martyr to whatever
Your heartache will leave
Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
Born with no name
Writer(s): Hoyt Van Tanner
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