[00:00.000] 作曲 : Rodney Crowell
[00:18.508]It rained today
[00:24.159]The clouds rolled up at dawn
[00:28.482]All hell burst wide open
[00:32.835]And just like that, was gone
[00:36.844]Your little lap dog chased a fox-tailed squirrel
[00:42.357]Across the main road through the woods
[00:46.957]Some ninja on a dirt bike
[00:51.357]Nearly ran him down for good
[00:56.343]Right about now it gets quiet around here
[01:00.977]What with nightfall in the wings
[01:05.513]The floorboards creak and faucets leak
[01:10.264]But it's the emptiness that sings
[01:14.613]The wind grows chill
[01:18.812]And then lies still
[01:23.697]Forty miles from nowhere
[01:28.631]At the bottom of the world
[01:35.459]Friends don't call like they used to
[01:40.347]For reasons not unkind
[01:44.861]If there's anything that we can do
[01:49.299]Hangs hollow down a telephone line
[01:56.243]There's a cedar grove in back of the house
[02:01.027]Maybe halfway down the hill
[02:05.562]A place to go and just lay low
[02:10.263]When there's precious time to kill
[02:14.379]Well it's me, your little lap dog and that old brindle cat
[02:19.417]Trying to keep this place in line
[02:23.964]And heading into town these days
[02:28.549]Is the last thing on my mind
[02:32.771]When the moon is hanging fat and full
[02:37.541]And all those jangly stars recede
[02:42.456]A fold out couch on a midnight porch
[02:46.740]Is where my footsteps lead
[02:51.151]You always said I made my bed
[03:00.604]Forty miles from nowhere
[03:05.305]At the bottom of the world
[03:12.804]Forty miles from nowhere
[03:17.032]At the bottom of the world

作曲 : Rodney Crowell
It rained today
The clouds rolled up at dawn
All hell burst wide open
And just like that, was gone
Your little lap dog chased a fox-tailed squirrel
Across the main road through the woods
Some ninja on a dirt bike
Nearly ran him down for good
Right about now it gets quiet around here
What with nightfall in the wings
The floorboards creak and faucets leak
But it's the emptiness that sings
The wind grows chill
And then lies still
Forty miles from nowhere
At the bottom of the world
Friends don't call like they used to
For reasons not unkind
If there's anything that we can do
Hangs hollow down a telephone line
There's a cedar grove in back of the house
Maybe halfway down the hill
A place to go and just lay low
When there's precious time to kill
Well it's me, your little lap dog and that old brindle cat
Trying to keep this place in line
And heading into town these days
Is the last thing on my mind
When the moon is hanging fat and full
And all those jangly stars recede
A fold out couch on a midnight porch
Is where my footsteps lead
You always said I made my bed
Forty miles from nowhere
At the bottom of the world
Forty miles from nowhere
At the bottom of the world