笨小笨On the Red Clay (’Red Clay’ as an instrumental)歌词由The Royal Bopsters&Mark Murphy演唱，出自专辑《The Royal Bopsters (10th Anniversary Edition)》，下面是《On the Red Clay (’Red Clay’ as an instrumental)》完整版歌词！
On the Red Clay (’Red Clay’ as an instrumental)歌词完整版
On the Clay
On the clay.
Screen door slappin' somewhere on a side porch,
A sleepy morning way out in the boondocks,
Stories are being told On the Red Clay.
Red clay's where we came from to begin with,
And where we're going when time comes for splitting.
Sounds are being dug on the red clay.
Moving, always, grooving.
Morning, midnight, sleep tight.
Someone's playing something on the back step,
The happy faces look out of the windows.
Always is something good On the Red Clay.
On the clay
Screen door, on the side porch, on the
Lives told, on the young, old, on the
Babes born, on the threads worn, on the
Sounds dug, on the towns sprung.
All from the clay, on the red, red clay, On The Red Clay.
Waiting for the papers in the evening,
You watch the roses climb out of their earth beds.
Lives being lived On the Red Clay.
Smoothing down my baby when she's tired out,
I tell her fun things and watch her start smiling.
Nobody being sad on my red clay,
No being sad when you stay on my red clay.
Your move, my move, check me.
He moves, they move, dig me?
Red Clay's just the dirt, but it's alive, son,
So whatcha doin' just sitting there goofin'?
Always a lot to do On The Red Clay.
