| Song | The Timberbeast's Lament |
| Artist | Utah Phillips |
| Album | We Have Fed You All for a Thousand Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Unknown Unknown |
| [00:00.575] | It's up the raft to the lumber camp |
| [00:02.854] | With a sick and aching head; |
| [00:05.132] | I've blowed another winter's stake, |
| [00:07.706] | And got the jims instead |
| [00:09.253] | |
| [00:10.095] | It seems I'll never learn the truth |
| [00:12.898] | That's written plain as day, |
| [00:15.141] | The more they try to welcome you |
| [00:17.108] | The more they make it pay |
| [00:19.357] | |
| [00:19.923] | It's "blanket-stiff" and "jungle-hound," |
| [00:21.894] | And "pitch him out the door," |
| [00:23.858] | "Howdy, Jack, old-timer," |
| [00:26.102] | When you've got the price for more. |
| [00:28.349] | |
| [00:29.468] | Oh, the boat is rocky, |
| [00:32.218] | And I ain't got a bunk |
| [00:33.621] | Not a rare of cheering liqueur, |
| [00:35.586] | Just a turkey full of junk. |
| [00:36.986] | |
| [00:38.108] | And it's all of my possessions, |
| [00:39.794] | Is what I can carry 'round, |
| [00:42.601] | I've blowed the rest on skid-roads, |
| [00:44.846] | Of a hundred gyppo towns. |
| [00:46.254] | |
| [00:47.380] | And it's "lumberjack" and "timber-beast," |
| [00:49.633] | And "Give these bums a ride," |
| [00:51.879] | "Have one on the house, old boy," |
| [00:53.844] | When you're stepping with the tide. |
| [00:55.800] | |
| [00:57.507] | Oh the chokers will be heavy, |
| [00:59.471] | Just as heavy, just as cold, |
| [01:01.717] | When the hooker gives the high-ball, |
| [01:03.963] | And we start to dig for gold. |
| [01:06.488] | |
| [01:06.768] | And I'll curse the skid-road up and down, |
| [01:09.013] | With its rotten, drunken tune, |
| [01:11.533] | But then, of course, I'll up and make |
| [01:13.495] | Another trip next June. |
| [01:16.312] | |
| [01:16.589] | It's "blanket-stiff" and "jungle-hound," |
| [01:18.553] | And "pitch him out the door," |
| [01:20.802] | "Howdy, Jack, old-timer," |
| [01:22.766] | When you've got the price for more. |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Unknown Unknown |
| [00:00.575] | It' s up the raft to the lumber camp |
| [00:02.854] | With a sick and aching head |
| [00:05.132] | I' ve blowed another winter' s stake, |
| [00:07.706] | And got the jims instead |
| [00:09.253] | |
| [00:10.095] | It seems I' ll never learn the truth |
| [00:12.898] | That' s written plain as day, |
| [00:15.141] | The more they try to welcome you |
| [00:17.108] | The more they make it pay |
| [00:19.357] | |
| [00:19.923] | It' s " blanketstiff" and " junglehound," |
| [00:21.894] | And " pitch him out the door," |
| [00:23.858] | " Howdy, Jack, oldtimer," |
| [00:26.102] | When you' ve got the price for more. |
| [00:28.349] | |
| [00:29.468] | Oh, the boat is rocky, |
| [00:32.218] | And I ain' t got a bunk |
| [00:33.621] | Not a rare of cheering liqueur, |
| [00:35.586] | Just a turkey full of junk. |
| [00:36.986] | |
| [00:38.108] | And it' s all of my possessions, |
| [00:39.794] | Is what I can carry ' round, |
| [00:42.601] | I' ve blowed the rest on skidroads, |
| [00:44.846] | Of a hundred gyppo towns. |
| [00:46.254] | |
| [00:47.380] | And it' s " lumberjack" and " timberbeast," |
| [00:49.633] | And " Give these bums a ride," |
| [00:51.879] | " Have one on the house, old boy," |
| [00:53.844] | When you' re stepping with the tide. |
| [00:55.800] | |
| [00:57.507] | Oh the chokers will be heavy, |
| [00:59.471] | Just as heavy, just as cold, |
| [01:01.717] | When the hooker gives the highball, |
| [01:03.963] | And we start to dig for gold. |
| [01:06.488] | |
| [01:06.768] | And I' ll curse the skidroad up and down, |
| [01:09.013] | With its rotten, drunken tune, |
| [01:11.533] | But then, of course, I' ll up and make |
| [01:13.495] | Another trip next June. |
| [01:16.312] | |
| [01:16.589] | It' s " blanketstiff" and " junglehound," |
| [01:18.553] | And " pitch him out the door," |
| [01:20.802] | " Howdy, Jack, oldtimer," |
| [01:22.766] | When you' ve got the price for more. |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Unknown Unknown |
| [00:00.575] | It' s up the raft to the lumber camp |
| [00:02.854] | With a sick and aching head |
| [00:05.132] | I' ve blowed another winter' s stake, |
| [00:07.706] | And got the jims instead |
| [00:09.253] | |
| [00:10.095] | It seems I' ll never learn the truth |
| [00:12.898] | That' s written plain as day, |
| [00:15.141] | The more they try to welcome you |
| [00:17.108] | The more they make it pay |
| [00:19.357] | |
| [00:19.923] | It' s " blanketstiff" and " junglehound," |
| [00:21.894] | And " pitch him out the door," |
| [00:23.858] | " Howdy, Jack, oldtimer," |
| [00:26.102] | When you' ve got the price for more. |
| [00:28.349] | |
| [00:29.468] | Oh, the boat is rocky, |
| [00:32.218] | And I ain' t got a bunk |
| [00:33.621] | Not a rare of cheering liqueur, |
| [00:35.586] | Just a turkey full of junk. |
| [00:36.986] | |
| [00:38.108] | And it' s all of my possessions, |
| [00:39.794] | Is what I can carry ' round, |
| [00:42.601] | I' ve blowed the rest on skidroads, |
| [00:44.846] | Of a hundred gyppo towns. |
| [00:46.254] | |
| [00:47.380] | And it' s " lumberjack" and " timberbeast," |
| [00:49.633] | And " Give these bums a ride," |
| [00:51.879] | " Have one on the house, old boy," |
| [00:53.844] | When you' re stepping with the tide. |
| [00:55.800] | |
| [00:57.507] | Oh the chokers will be heavy, |
| [00:59.471] | Just as heavy, just as cold, |
| [01:01.717] | When the hooker gives the highball, |
| [01:03.963] | And we start to dig for gold. |
| [01:06.488] | |
| [01:06.768] | And I' ll curse the skidroad up and down, |
| [01:09.013] | With its rotten, drunken tune, |
| [01:11.533] | But then, of course, I' ll up and make |
| [01:13.495] | Another trip next June. |
| [01:16.312] | |
| [01:16.589] | It' s " blanketstiff" and " junglehound," |
| [01:18.553] | And " pitch him out the door," |
| [01:20.802] | " Howdy, Jack, oldtimer," |
| [01:22.766] | When you' ve got the price for more. |