| Song | Semi Suite (Live) |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | 'Round Midnight - The Minneapolis Broadcast 1975 (Live) |
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| 作词 : Tom Waits | |
| 作曲 : Tom Waits | |
| Well you hate those diesels rollin' | |
| And those Friday nights out bowlin' | |
| When he's off for a twelve hour lay over night | |
| You wish you had a dollar | |
| For every time he hollered | |
| That he's leavin' | |
| And he's never comin' back | |
| But the curtain-laced billow | |
| And his hands on your pillow | |
| And his trousers are hangin' on the chair | |
| You're lyin' through your pain, babe | |
| But you're gonna tell him he's your man | |
| And you ain't got the courage to leave | |
| He tells you that you're on his mind | |
| You're the only one he's ever gonna find | |
| It's kind-a special, understands his complicated soul | |
| But the only place a man can breathe | |
| And collect his thoughts is | |
| Midnight and flyin' away on the road. | |
| But you've packed and unpacked | |
| So many times you've lost track | |
| And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls | |
| But when you hear his engines | |
| You're lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know | |
| You're always gonna be there when he calls | |
| Cause he's a truck drivin' man | |
| Stoppin' when he can | |
| He's a truck drivin' man | |
| Stoppin' when he can |
| zuo ci : Tom Waits | |
| zuo qu : Tom Waits | |
| Well you hate those diesels rollin' | |
| And those Friday nights out bowlin' | |
| When he' s off for a twelve hour lay over night | |
| You wish you had a dollar | |
| For every time he hollered | |
| That he' s leavin' | |
| And he' s never comin' back | |
| But the curtainlaced billow | |
| And his hands on your pillow | |
| And his trousers are hangin' on the chair | |
| You' re lyin' through your pain, babe | |
| But you' re gonna tell him he' s your man | |
| And you ain' t got the courage to leave | |
| He tells you that you' re on his mind | |
| You' re the only one he' s ever gonna find | |
| It' s kinda special, understands his complicated soul | |
| But the only place a man can breathe | |
| And collect his thoughts is | |
| Midnight and flyin' away on the road. | |
| But you' ve packed and unpacked | |
| So many times you' ve lost track | |
| And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls | |
| But when you hear his engines | |
| You' re lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know | |
| You' re always gonna be there when he calls | |
| Cause he' s a truck drivin' man | |
| Stoppin' when he can | |
| He' s a truck drivin' man | |
| Stoppin' when he can |
| zuò cí : Tom Waits | |
| zuò qǔ : Tom Waits | |
| Well you hate those diesels rollin' | |
| And those Friday nights out bowlin' | |
| When he' s off for a twelve hour lay over night | |
| You wish you had a dollar | |
| For every time he hollered | |
| That he' s leavin' | |
| And he' s never comin' back | |
| But the curtainlaced billow | |
| And his hands on your pillow | |
| And his trousers are hangin' on the chair | |
| You' re lyin' through your pain, babe | |
| But you' re gonna tell him he' s your man | |
| And you ain' t got the courage to leave | |
| He tells you that you' re on his mind | |
| You' re the only one he' s ever gonna find | |
| It' s kinda special, understands his complicated soul | |
| But the only place a man can breathe | |
| And collect his thoughts is | |
| Midnight and flyin' away on the road. | |
| But you' ve packed and unpacked | |
| So many times you' ve lost track | |
| And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls | |
| But when you hear his engines | |
| You' re lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know | |
| You' re always gonna be there when he calls | |
| Cause he' s a truck drivin' man | |
| Stoppin' when he can | |
| He' s a truck drivin' man | |
| Stoppin' when he can |