Porch Swing in Tupelo
图珀洛的门廊秋千
There's a porch swing in Tupelo
In the shade of the south
Where the sweet honey drips offa that old hush yo mouth
图珀洛有个门廊秋千
在南方的树荫下
香甜的蜂蜜在乡村美味上流淌
It's a slow road on down
That old Natchez Trace
Through Alabama cotton fields to a state of Grace
缓缓的沿路而下
那条纳齐兹古道
穿过阿拉巴马棉花地直达天恩眷顾的地界
It's a crisp golden Autumn
On the Tennessee line
Rolling down to Mississippi like you headed back in time
在这个清爽的金秋
随着田纳西铁道线
就像乘坐时光倒转的列车开到密西西比州
Town's closed on Sunday
Everybody's in church
It's empty as the moon this place here on earth
周日小镇不开门
所有人都在教堂
这个地方像月球一样空旷
And this place don't change
Some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all around me
Yea swing high, yea swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
这地方不会变
有些地方节奏闲散
我只是坐在这门廊秋千上轻轻的摇
我无事可做只能在微风中等待
身边环绕着古老南方的幽灵
摇上去,荡下来
坐在这图珀洛的门廊秋千上
His mama must have loved him
That truck drivin' boy
With the grease monkey look and the rock 'n roll voice
Well I was just thinkin' 'bout him
Cause I guess he sat here
Singing all praise to God through poverty's tears
他妈妈一定很爱他
那个开卡车的男孩
有着机械师的打扮和摇滚的嗓音
Well我刚刚在想他
我猜他曾坐在这里
透过穷困的泪水唱着赞美诗
And this place don't change
Some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all around me
Yea swing high, yea swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
这地方不会变
有些地方节奏闲散
我只是坐在这门廊秋千上轻轻的摇
我无事可做只能在微风中等待
身边环绕着古老南方的幽灵
摇上去,荡下来
坐在这图珀洛的门廊秋千上
repeat chorus
重复副歌
图珀洛的门廊秋千
There's a porch swing in Tupelo
In the shade of the south
Where the sweet honey drips offa that old hush yo mouth
图珀洛有个门廊秋千
在南方的树荫下
香甜的蜂蜜在乡村美味上流淌
It's a slow road on down
That old Natchez Trace
Through Alabama cotton fields to a state of Grace
缓缓的沿路而下
那条纳齐兹古道
穿过阿拉巴马棉花地直达天恩眷顾的地界
It's a crisp golden Autumn
On the Tennessee line
Rolling down to Mississippi like you headed back in time
在这个清爽的金秋
随着田纳西铁道线
就像乘坐时光倒转的列车开到密西西比州
Town's closed on Sunday
Everybody's in church
It's empty as the moon this place here on earth
周日小镇不开门
所有人都在教堂
这个地方像月球一样空旷
And this place don't change
Some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all around me
Yea swing high, yea swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
这地方不会变
有些地方节奏闲散
我只是坐在这门廊秋千上轻轻的摇
我无事可做只能在微风中等待
身边环绕着古老南方的幽灵
摇上去,荡下来
坐在这图珀洛的门廊秋千上
His mama must have loved him
That truck drivin' boy
With the grease monkey look and the rock 'n roll voice
Well I was just thinkin' 'bout him
Cause I guess he sat here
Singing all praise to God through poverty's tears
他妈妈一定很爱他
那个开卡车的男孩
有着机械师的打扮和摇滚的嗓音
Well我刚刚在想他
我猜他曾坐在这里
透过穷困的泪水唱着赞美诗
And this place don't change
Some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all around me
Yea swing high, yea swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
这地方不会变
有些地方节奏闲散
我只是坐在这门廊秋千上轻轻的摇
我无事可做只能在微风中等待
身边环绕着古老南方的幽灵
摇上去,荡下来
坐在这图珀洛的门廊秋千上
repeat chorus
重复副歌