Back In The Race
Roy Clarke Lyrics
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Bobby Bare Open the gates up hey screw did you miss me…
Glen Campbell Well I'm fallin' just about as far as I'm gonna…
Lee-Cabrera Yo My origin began in Randall Mall beatboxing I was up in…
Phyllis St. James Just a picture Taken back in '65. We were young than, It see…
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Yesterday When I Was Young Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet…
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Henry Roh
Roy Clark - Yesterday When I Was Young
Seems the love I've ever known
๋ด๊ฐ ์์์๋ ์ฌ๋์
็่ตทๆฅๆๆ็ฅ้็็ฑๆ
Has always been the most destructive kind
์ธ์ ๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ ํ๋ฉธ์ ์ธ ์ข ๋ฅ์ธ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค
ไผผไนๆปๆฏๆๅ ทๆ็ ด็ญๆง็้ฃ็ง
Guess that's why now
์๋ง ๊ทธ๋์ ์ ์์ฆ
็ๆณ้ฃๅฐฑๆฏไธบไฝๅฆไป
I feel so old before my time
๋ด๊ฐ ๋๋ผ๊ธฐ์ ๋ด ๋์ด๋ณด๋ค ๋ ๋์ํ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ค
ๆๆๅฐๆฏๆๅนด็บช่่
Yesterday, when I was young
์ง๋๋ , ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์์๋
ๅพๆฅ๏ผๅฝๆๅนดๅฐๆถ
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
์ถ์ ํ์ ๋ฟ๋ ๋น๋ฌผ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฌ์ฝคํ๋ค
็ๅฝ็ๆปๅณ็็พ๏ผๆๅฆ่ๅฐไธ็้จ้ฒ
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
๋๋ ์ด๋ฆฌ์์ ๊ฒ์์ ํ๋ฏ์ด ์ถ์ ์ฐ์ต๊ฒ ๋ดค์ง
ๆๅฌๆธธไบบ็๏ผๅฝทไฝๅฎๅชๆฏไธๅบๆ่ ข็ๆธธๆ
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
๋ง์น ์ ๋ ๋ฌด๋ ต์ ๋ถ๋ ๋ฐ๋์ด ์ด๋ถ์ ์กฐ๋กฑ์ด๋ผ๋ ํ๋ฏ์ด
ๅฐฑๅฆๆ้ฃ้ๅผ็็ซ้ฃๆ ท
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
์์ฒ๊ฐ์ง ๊ฟ์ ๋ ๊พธ์์๊ณ ๊ฑฐ์ฐฝํ ๊ณํ๋ค๋ ๋ ์ธ์ ์์ง๋ง
้ฃไบๆๅ่ฟ็ๆๅไธชๆขฆๆณ๏ผ้ฃไบๆๆ่ฎกๅ็ๅคงไธ
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand
๋ ๋ ์ทจ์ฝํ๊ณ ํ๋ฌผ์ด์ง๊ธฐ ์ฌ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ์์ ์์๋ ๊ฒ์ด์ง
ๆๆปๆฏๅปบ็ซๅจ่ๅผฑๅๆพ่ฝฏ็ๆตๆฒไนไธ
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
๋ ํ๋ฎ์ ํ๋ฒ์ ๋น์ ํผํด ๋ฐค์ ์ด์์ง
ๆไปฅๅคไธบๆฅ๏ผ่บฒ้ฟ็็ฝๆผ่ตค่ฃธ็้ณๅ
And only now I see how the years ran away
์ง๊ธ ๋์๊ฒจ ๋ณด๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์ธ์๋ง ์ด์ฐ ํ๋ ค๋ณด๋๋ค
็ฐๅจๆๅช่ง้ฃไบๅฒๆๅฆไฝ้ฃ้่่ฟ
Yesterday, when I was young
์ง๋๋ , ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์์๋
ๅพๆฅ๏ผๅฝๆๅนดๅฐๆถ
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung
์๋ง์ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์ด ๋ ธ๋๋ค์ด ๋ถ๋ ค์ง๊ธธ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ์๊ณ
้ฃไนๅคๅฟซไน็ๆญๆฒ็ญ็ๅปๅฑ
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
์๋ง์ ๊ฑฐ์น ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์๋ค์ด ๋์๊ฒ ์์์ง
้ฃไนๅค็้็ไน่ถฃๅพ ๆๅปไบซๅ
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๋ง์ ๊ณ ํต์ ๋์ ํ๋ ค์ง ๋ ๋์ ์ธ๋ฉดํ์๋ค
่ฟๆ้ฃไนๅค็่ฆ๏ผๆ้ฃๆ็ฉ็ๅ็ผๅดไธๆฟๆญฃ่ง
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ ๋๋ฌด๋ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ฌ๋ ธ๊ณ ๋ง์นจ๋ด ์ฒญ์ถ์ ๋ค ์จ๋ฒ๋ ธ์ง
ๆ้ฃๆถๅฅ่ทๅพๅคชๅฟซ๏ผ้ๆฅๅฒๆ็ปไบ็จ็ฝ
I never stopped to think what life was all about
๋ ๊ฒฐ์ฝ ๋ฉ์ถ์ ์ด ์์๋ค, ์ถ์ด๋ ๋ญ์ง์ ๋ํด ์ฌ๊ณ ํ์ ๋
ๆไธๆพๅ่ฟ๏ผๆ่ๅฐๅบไฝไธบไบบ็
And every conversation I can now recall
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ํ์ฌ ๋ด๊ฐ ํ์ํ ์ ์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ๋ํ๋ค์ด
่ฟๆๅฆไปๆ่ฝๅคๅๆณ่ตท็ๆฏไธๆฎตๅฏน่ฏ
Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all
๋์๊ฒ ๊ดํ ํ์ ์ด์ธ ๋์ด์ ๋ค๋ฅธ๊ฑด ์๋ฌด๋ ์๋ค
่ทๆ่ชๅทฑๆๅ ณ็่ฏ้ขๅค๏ผๆฒกๆๅ ณไบๅ ถไป็ไธๅ
Yesterday, the moon was blue
์ง๋๋ , ๋ฌ์ ํ๋ฌ์๊ณ
ๅพๆฅ๏ผๆไบฎๆน่
And every crazy day brought something new to do
๋ฏธ์น ๋ฏ์ด ๋ณด๋ธ ๋ ๋ค์ด ์๋ก์์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค ์ฃผ์์ง๋ง
็ฏ็็ๆฏๅคฉ๏ผๅธฆๆฅๆไบๆฐ้ฒไบๅฏๅ
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
๋ ๋์ ๋ง๋ฒ๊ฐ์ ์๊ฐ์ ์์ ๋ด ํ๋๋ฅด๋ฏ ์จ๋ฒ๋ ธ์ง
ๆๆๆ้ญๅนป่ฌๆถ้ดๆฅ้็ๅฆๅไธๆฏ้ญๆณๆ
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ญ๋น์ ๊ณตํํจ์ ๋๋จธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ง๋ ๋ชปํ์ง
ๅดไปๆช็่งๆตช่ดนไธ็ฉบ่็ๅฆไธ็ซฏ
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
๋ด๊ฐ ์ค๋ง๊ณผ ๊ต๋ง์ผ๋ก ์ฆ๊ฒผ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด๋ ๊ฒ์
ๆๅฒๆ ข่ชๅคง็ฉๅผ็ฑๆ ไนๆธธๆ
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
๋งค๋ฒ ๋ด๊ฐ ํ์ ๋ ๋ถ๊ฝ์ ๋๋ฌด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฌ๋๋ค๊ฐ, ๋๋ฌด๋ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ฃฝ์๋ค
็น็็ๆฏไธช็ฐ็ซๆๆฏๅฆๆญคไนๅฟซ๏ผไน่ฟๅฟซ็็ญ
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
๋ด๊ฐ ์ฌ๊ท์๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๋ค ์ด์ฉ๋ค ๋ฉ์ด์ง๋ฏ ๋ณด์๊ณ
ๆๆไบคๅพ็ๆๅไปฌ๏ผไผผไน้ฝไธ็ฅไฝๆ ้ๆธ็่ฟ
And only I am left on stage to end the play
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ค์ง ๋๋ง์ด ๋ฌด๋์ ๋จ๊ฒจ์ ธ ์ด ์ฐ๊ทน์ ๋ง์ณ์ผ ํ๋ค
ๅช็ไธๆ่ชๅทฑๅจ่ๅฐไธ๏ผ็ฌ่ชๅป็ปๆ่ฟๅบๆ
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
๋ด์์ ์๋ ์๋ง์ ๋ ธ๋๋ค์ด ๋ถ๋ฌ์ง์ง๊ฐ ์๋๋ค
ๆๅคชๅค็ๆญ๏ผๅจๆๅฟ้ๆ ๆณ่ขซๅฑๅบๆฅ
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
๋ ํ์ ๋ฟ๋ ๋๋ฌผ์ด ์ฐ๊ฒ๋ง ๋๊ปด์ง๋ค
ๆๆ่งๅฐๆณชๆฐด่ฆๆถฉ็ๆปๅณๆป่ฝๅจ่ๅฐ
The time has come for me to pay
๋ด ์ ์ ๋ ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์น๋ฅผ ๋๊ฐ ์๋ค
ไธบๆ่ฟๅพไปๅบไปฃไปท็ๆถ้ดๅทฒๅฐๆฅ
For yesterday, when I was young
์ง๋๋ ์ ์ํด, ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์์๋
ไธบๅพๆฅ๏ผๅฝๆๅนดๅฐๆถ
- In Memory of Roy Clark
1933 - 2018
https://youtu.be/NEQi0gH0f4c
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He we beyond a skilled guitarist.
He was a force of nature.
Always imitated but never duplicated.
There will never be another.
RIP Roy Clark
Sand Man
Eloquently put
Chris Krueger
True words
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Never missed an episode of Hee haw
Or Opry.
He was even on the Odd Couple once doing a solo
Bob Gourley
One by one, all the great legends are moving on to the next life. There is nobody that can fill their shoes here in this life which leaves sadness where happiness once was. R.I.P. Roy Clark! Thank you Country Road TV for posting this video on this day. What a wonderful song with deep feeling.
Greg Pickett
I often wonder how Roy would have reacted to someone like Chris Stapleton. I fully believe Roy would have loved ol Chris.
Lyle Swann
A remarkable musician with grace and humor to boot who inspired countless others to pick up an instrument and play their best. Rest easy in harmony, Mr. Clark.
Roman Gallardo
I was 16 (many moons ago) and listening to the radio at work. This beautiful song came on around 2-3 in the morning and I have been a fan ever since. Thank you Roy, God bless and may you forever entertain the Angels in heaven with your music.
Diane Jackson
My Deepest Condolences, Thoughts and Prayers for Roy Clark, Family and many many Friends. So so sorry for your loss. Gone, But Never Forgotten. R.I.P Roy. Until you all meet again. God Bless You All.
Richard Patureau
One of the greatest country pickers of all time!