Song | Caleb Meyer |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | Dark Chords on a Big Guitar |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rawlings, Welch | |
Caleb Meyer, he lived alone | |
In them hollarin' pines | |
Then he made a little whiskey for himself | |
Said it helped pass the time | |
Long one evening in back of my house, | |
Caleb come around | |
And he called my name 'til I went out | |
With no one else around | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don't you call my name | |
Where's your husband, Nellie Kane | |
Where's your darlin gone? | |
Did he go down off the mountain side | |
And leave you all alone? | |
Yes, my husband's gone to Bowlin' Green | |
To do some business there. | |
Then Caleb threw that bottle down | |
And grabbed me by my hair. | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don't you call my name | |
He threw me in the needle bed, | |
Across my dress he lay | |
Then he pinned my hands above my head | |
And I commenced to pray. | |
I cried My God, I am your child | |
Send your angels down | |
Then feelin' with my fingertips, | |
The bottle neck I found | |
I drew that glass across his neck | |
As fine as any blade, | |
And I felt his blood pour fast and hot | |
Around me where I laid. | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don't you call my name | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don't you call my name |
zuo ci : Rawlings, Welch | |
Caleb Meyer, he lived alone | |
In them hollarin' pines | |
Then he made a little whiskey for himself | |
Said it helped pass the time | |
Long one evening in back of my house, | |
Caleb come around | |
And he called my name ' til I went out | |
With no one else around | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don' t you call my name | |
Where' s your husband, Nellie Kane | |
Where' s your darlin gone? | |
Did he go down off the mountain side | |
And leave you all alone? | |
Yes, my husband' s gone to Bowlin' Green | |
To do some business there. | |
Then Caleb threw that bottle down | |
And grabbed me by my hair. | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don' t you call my name | |
He threw me in the needle bed, | |
Across my dress he lay | |
Then he pinned my hands above my head | |
And I commenced to pray. | |
I cried My God, I am your child | |
Send your angels down | |
Then feelin' with my fingertips, | |
The bottle neck I found | |
I drew that glass across his neck | |
As fine as any blade, | |
And I felt his blood pour fast and hot | |
Around me where I laid. | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don' t you call my name | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don' t you call my name |
zuò cí : Rawlings, Welch | |
Caleb Meyer, he lived alone | |
In them hollarin' pines | |
Then he made a little whiskey for himself | |
Said it helped pass the time | |
Long one evening in back of my house, | |
Caleb come around | |
And he called my name ' til I went out | |
With no one else around | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don' t you call my name | |
Where' s your husband, Nellie Kane | |
Where' s your darlin gone? | |
Did he go down off the mountain side | |
And leave you all alone? | |
Yes, my husband' s gone to Bowlin' Green | |
To do some business there. | |
Then Caleb threw that bottle down | |
And grabbed me by my hair. | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don' t you call my name | |
He threw me in the needle bed, | |
Across my dress he lay | |
Then he pinned my hands above my head | |
And I commenced to pray. | |
I cried My God, I am your child | |
Send your angels down | |
Then feelin' with my fingertips, | |
The bottle neck I found | |
I drew that glass across his neck | |
As fine as any blade, | |
And I felt his blood pour fast and hot | |
Around me where I laid. | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don' t you call my name | |
Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
But when I go to sleep at night, | |
Don' t you call my name |