[00:00.00] 作词 : William Victor Dempsey
[00:01.00] 作曲 : William Victor Dempsey
[00:16.42]Left his home in Louisiana
[00:19.95]Headed for Nashville, Tennessee
[00:23.29]Where he plays in the bars and prays to the stars
[00:26.97]to find his melody
[00:30.17]He spends all those nights under the neon lights
[00:33.60]trying to chase a dream
[00:37.03]Where he tries to be heard singing someone else's words
[00:40.56]but theres more to him than what it seems
[00:43.78]See he's always been pretty good with a pen
[00:47.30]and he wears his heart on his sleeve
[00:50.68]So put him under the lights with a pic and a mic,
[00:54.56]and he'll make you believe...
[00:58.03]'Cause he aint no cowboy
[01:00.95]No he don't try to play the part
[01:04.49]He's just a southern boy who likes making noise
[01:07.86]and he sings straight from his heart
[01:11.28]He was raised on the mud from the Mississippi floods
[01:14.76]yea he's usually a simple man
[01:18.34]But you'll know his name, he'll make you feel his pain
[01:21.46]with a six string in his hand
[01:28.50]He was always told he was chasing fools gold,
[01:31.78]"you'll never make it anyway"
[01:35.31]And even though he tried, the passion inside
[01:39.39]just wouldn't go away
[01:42.16]So I guess you can blame that rhythm in his veins
[01:45.68]it was too hard to ignore
[01:49.01]And he's known all along right where he belongs
[01:52.48]and he can't fight it anymore
[01:56.35]'Cause he aint no cowboy
[01:59.38]No he don't try to play the part
[02:02.76]He's just a southern boy who likes making noise
[02:06.08]and he sings straight from his heart
[02:09.56]He was raised on the mud from the Mississippi floods
[02:12.93]yea he's usually a simple man
[02:16.66]But you'll know his name, he'll make you feel his pain
[02:19.74]with a six string in his hand
[02:23.27]No he ain't here to claim the money or the fame,
[02:26.74]yea he's got a much bigger goal
[02:30.17]To take his love and his hurt and pour it in a verse
[02:33.59]that you feel deep in your soul
[02:50.17]No he aint no cowboy,
[02:54.21]but he wont apologize
[02:57.58]for his jeans or his boots or his deep southern roots
[03:01.06]or the fire in his eyes
[03:04.48]Got that Mississippi Mud, running through his blood
[03:07.91]and he's never been ashamed
[03:11.28]And he ain't backing down,
[03:12.80]or leaving this town
[03:15.17]til they all know his name!

作词 : William Victor Dempsey
作曲 : William Victor Dempsey
Left his home in Louisiana
Headed for Nashville, Tennessee
Where he plays in the bars and prays to the stars
to find his melody
He spends all those nights under the neon lights
trying to chase a dream
Where he tries to be heard singing someone else's words
but theres more to him than what it seems
See he's always been pretty good with a pen
and he wears his heart on his sleeve
So put him under the lights with a pic and a mic,
and he'll make you believe...
'Cause he aint no cowboy
No he don't try to play the part
He's just a southern boy who likes making noise
and he sings straight from his heart
He was raised on the mud from the Mississippi floods
yea he's usually a simple man
But you'll know his name, he'll make you feel his pain
with a six string in his hand
He was always told he was chasing fools gold,
"you'll never make it anyway"
And even though he tried, the passion inside
just wouldn't go away
So I guess you can blame that rhythm in his veins
it was too hard to ignore
And he's known all along right where he belongs
and he can't fight it anymore
'Cause he aint no cowboy
No he don't try to play the part
He's just a southern boy who likes making noise
and he sings straight from his heart
He was raised on the mud from the Mississippi floods
yea he's usually a simple man
But you'll know his name, he'll make you feel his pain
with a six string in his hand
No he ain't here to claim the money or the fame,
yea he's got a much bigger goal
To take his love and his hurt and pour it in a verse
that you feel deep in your soul
No he aint no cowboy,
but he wont apologize
for his jeans or his boots or his deep southern roots
or the fire in his eyes
Got that Mississippi Mud, running through his blood
and he's never been ashamed
And he ain't backing down,
or leaving this town
til they all know his name!