Song | Ballad of a Deadman |
Artist | Steve Jansen |
Album | Slope |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jansen, Sylvain | |
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
There are places in the damp Northwest where | |
The bodies lie down head to feet | |
There were losses in the California sunshine | |
Tell you stories that you can’t repeat | |
In the winter when the valley’s flooded | |
Those were times where the rooms were cheap | |
The summer dirt lines the corner’s of your pockets | |
I’m still buried there ten feet deep | |
Papa don’t place this curse on me | |
Heaven knows I can’t use it | |
Papa don’t place this stone on me | |
Mama there’s no future in it | |
We travel on the back roads lightly | |
Through Castle City and through the hills beyond | |
Me and Joan on the Sacramento | |
Me and Joan this is where we’re from | |
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
Papa don’t place this curse on me | |
Heaven knows I can’t use it | |
Papa don’t place this curse on me | |
Mama there’s no future in it | |
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
Oh honey where’s the colours of the springtime? | |
The pale green of an organdy dress | |
Her shadow grows in the California sunshine | |
But nothing else in the south south-west |
zuo qu : Jansen, Sylvain | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
There are places in the damp Northwest where | |
The bodies lie down head to feet | |
There were losses in the California sunshine | |
Tell you stories that you can' t repeat | |
In the winter when the valley' s flooded | |
Those were times where the rooms were cheap | |
The summer dirt lines the corner' s of your pockets | |
I' m still buried there ten feet deep | |
Papa don' t place this curse on me | |
Heaven knows I can' t use it | |
Papa don' t place this stone on me | |
Mama there' s no future in it | |
We travel on the back roads lightly | |
Through Castle City and through the hills beyond | |
Me and Joan on the Sacramento | |
Me and Joan this is where we' re from | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
Papa don' t place this curse on me | |
Heaven knows I can' t use it | |
Papa don' t place this curse on me | |
Mama there' s no future in it | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
Oh honey where' s the colours of the springtime? | |
The pale green of an organdy dress | |
Her shadow grows in the California sunshine | |
But nothing else in the south southwest |
zuò qǔ : Jansen, Sylvain | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
There are places in the damp Northwest where | |
The bodies lie down head to feet | |
There were losses in the California sunshine | |
Tell you stories that you can' t repeat | |
In the winter when the valley' s flooded | |
Those were times where the rooms were cheap | |
The summer dirt lines the corner' s of your pockets | |
I' m still buried there ten feet deep | |
Papa don' t place this curse on me | |
Heaven knows I can' t use it | |
Papa don' t place this stone on me | |
Mama there' s no future in it | |
We travel on the back roads lightly | |
Through Castle City and through the hills beyond | |
Me and Joan on the Sacramento | |
Me and Joan this is where we' re from | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
Papa don' t place this curse on me | |
Heaven knows I can' t use it | |
Papa don' t place this curse on me | |
Mama there' s no future in it | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
Oh honey where' s the colours of the springtime? | |
The pale green of an organdy dress | |
Her shadow grows in the California sunshine | |
But nothing else in the south southwest |