Memory Lane 歌词

The white house paint Is pealing bad Cry from the woods sounded so sad It was leather boots on rotted wood A lone figure on the front porch stood Just standing there staring out at the rain And he took a little trip back to memory lane Take me back one hot night Down in dixie lord When he was behind the wheel Of that faded red ford He was driving too fast with blood on his hands Saying over and over He had to make a stand Cause she can't be out running round that way So he put her down and that's where she stayed And this street called Memory lane Is lined with Abandoned houses and shame And i don't think His hands are ever gonna come clean Now the faded red ford sits up on blocks And he spends his time staring at the clock See he got no trial did no jail He buried her in the wood and left her there But some times at night In the poring rain She takes him buy the hand back to memory lane Take me back one hot night Down in dixie lord When he was behind the wheel Of that faded red ford He was driving too fast with blood on his hands Saying over and over He had to make a stand Cause she can't be out running round that way So he put her down and that's where she stayed And this street called Memory lane Is lined with Abandoned houses and shame And i don't think His hands are ever gonna come clean