Song | I Remember Joe |
Artist | Nanci Griffith |
Album | There's a Light Beyond These Woods |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Griffith | |
(Nanci Griffith) | |
Oh, your golden lights of America, | |
Joseph sought your prairies and your buffalo | |
And the humming of the rails down through | |
Kansas, they brought Joseph in from Baltimore | |
The Cavalry the Indians and an old dan were his only friends | |
Then the old dan died and the Indian's plight | |
Made the Cavalry young Joe's enemy. | |
Oh, the oultlaws spilled the blood across | |
The Kansas plains in the '70s | |
Joseph took a badge for America | |
To defend you from your fantasies | |
Joseph wore that badge across the Kansas prairies | |
To save the railroads | |
But the heroes that we made, well, they were | |
Ruthless soldiers who'll kill for gold. | |
With a broken heart for the frontier plains | |
Joseph sat a-rocking in his front porch swing | |
That old tin badge is tarnished now | |
You know it was just a young man's dream | |
And old man's tales are hard to reach when you | |
Don't believe in your American dream | |
The Indians, the buffalo and old Joe Mason | |
They died from memory | |
Oh, your golden lights of America | |
Joseph sought your prairies and your buffalo | |
And the humming of the rails down through Kansas | |
They brought Joseph in from Baltimore | |
The Cavalry, the Indians and an old dan | |
Forsaken old man. | |
Oh, your golden lights of America. |
zuo ci : Griffith | |
Nanci Griffith | |
Oh, your golden lights of America, | |
Joseph sought your prairies and your buffalo | |
And the humming of the rails down through | |
Kansas, they brought Joseph in from Baltimore | |
The Cavalry the Indians and an old dan were his only friends | |
Then the old dan died and the Indian' s plight | |
Made the Cavalry young Joe' s enemy. | |
Oh, the oultlaws spilled the blood across | |
The Kansas plains in the ' 70s | |
Joseph took a badge for America | |
To defend you from your fantasies | |
Joseph wore that badge across the Kansas prairies | |
To save the railroads | |
But the heroes that we made, well, they were | |
Ruthless soldiers who' ll kill for gold. | |
With a broken heart for the frontier plains | |
Joseph sat arocking in his front porch swing | |
That old tin badge is tarnished now | |
You know it was just a young man' s dream | |
And old man' s tales are hard to reach when you | |
Don' t believe in your American dream | |
The Indians, the buffalo and old Joe Mason | |
They died from memory | |
Oh, your golden lights of America | |
Joseph sought your prairies and your buffalo | |
And the humming of the rails down through Kansas | |
They brought Joseph in from Baltimore | |
The Cavalry, the Indians and an old dan | |
Forsaken old man. | |
Oh, your golden lights of America. |
zuò cí : Griffith | |
Nanci Griffith | |
Oh, your golden lights of America, | |
Joseph sought your prairies and your buffalo | |
And the humming of the rails down through | |
Kansas, they brought Joseph in from Baltimore | |
The Cavalry the Indians and an old dan were his only friends | |
Then the old dan died and the Indian' s plight | |
Made the Cavalry young Joe' s enemy. | |
Oh, the oultlaws spilled the blood across | |
The Kansas plains in the ' 70s | |
Joseph took a badge for America | |
To defend you from your fantasies | |
Joseph wore that badge across the Kansas prairies | |
To save the railroads | |
But the heroes that we made, well, they were | |
Ruthless soldiers who' ll kill for gold. | |
With a broken heart for the frontier plains | |
Joseph sat arocking in his front porch swing | |
That old tin badge is tarnished now | |
You know it was just a young man' s dream | |
And old man' s tales are hard to reach when you | |
Don' t believe in your American dream | |
The Indians, the buffalo and old Joe Mason | |
They died from memory | |
Oh, your golden lights of America | |
Joseph sought your prairies and your buffalo | |
And the humming of the rails down through Kansas | |
They brought Joseph in from Baltimore | |
The Cavalry, the Indians and an old dan | |
Forsaken old man. | |
Oh, your golden lights of America. |