| Song | For Goodness Sake |
| Artist | Chuck Ragan |
| Album | Gold Country |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ragan | |
| Simple backbeats seem to soothe me | |
| If I could hold them | |
| I would let's say | |
| Take some rest as if not wicked | |
| And walk around enjoying silence | |
| A world away, elders gather | |
| Speak their tongue and hardly falter | |
| With words of bound, joy and grievance | |
| Simple song, work and penance | |
| To drawn hate like a stone | |
| And walk the path overgrown | |
| Never to lay awake | |
| And if so for goodness sake | |
| Well down the road the deer are crossing | |
| And the grass is greener where they're walking | |
| Rattling beasts and heavy movements | |
| Mark them now son before we lose them | |
| Bear your arms ever so wisely | |
| Or burn them all if you have no need | |
| And dress to kill but kill so kindly | |
| A hollow heart's too weak and weary | |
| To drawn hate like a stone | |
| And walk the path overgrown | |
| Never to lay awake | |
| And if so for goodness sake | |
| Now call me crazy but all the old ways | |
| Of simple living are slowly fading | |
| All we buy is time before we die | |
| And lay on down desensitized | |
| A wise old friend recently told me:"An idle mind is the devil's playpen" | |
| Mind the gaps and watch them closely | |
| Spread the love but choose your friends wisely | |
| Love yourself to love your family | |
| And find the difference between wants and needs | |
| Be sure to stop and count your blessings | |
| Smell the roses and fight for something | |
| To drawn hate like a stone | |
| And walk the path overgrown | |
| Never to lay awake | |
| And if so for goodness sake | |
| Now call me crazy but all the old ways | |
| Of simple living are slowly fading | |
| All we buy is time before we die | |
| And lay on down desensitized |
| zuo qu : Ragan | |
| Simple backbeats seem to soothe me | |
| If I could hold them | |
| I would let' s say | |
| Take some rest as if not wicked | |
| And walk around enjoying silence | |
| A world away, elders gather | |
| Speak their tongue and hardly falter | |
| With words of bound, joy and grievance | |
| Simple song, work and penance | |
| To drawn hate like a stone | |
| And walk the path overgrown | |
| Never to lay awake | |
| And if so for goodness sake | |
| Well down the road the deer are crossing | |
| And the grass is greener where they' re walking | |
| Rattling beasts and heavy movements | |
| Mark them now son before we lose them | |
| Bear your arms ever so wisely | |
| Or burn them all if you have no need | |
| And dress to kill but kill so kindly | |
| A hollow heart' s too weak and weary | |
| To drawn hate like a stone | |
| And walk the path overgrown | |
| Never to lay awake | |
| And if so for goodness sake | |
| Now call me crazy but all the old ways | |
| Of simple living are slowly fading | |
| All we buy is time before we die | |
| And lay on down desensitized | |
| A wise old friend recently told me:" An idle mind is the devil' s playpen" | |
| Mind the gaps and watch them closely | |
| Spread the love but choose your friends wisely | |
| Love yourself to love your family | |
| And find the difference between wants and needs | |
| Be sure to stop and count your blessings | |
| Smell the roses and fight for something | |
| To drawn hate like a stone | |
| And walk the path overgrown | |
| Never to lay awake | |
| And if so for goodness sake | |
| Now call me crazy but all the old ways | |
| Of simple living are slowly fading | |
| All we buy is time before we die | |
| And lay on down desensitized |
| zuò qǔ : Ragan | |
| Simple backbeats seem to soothe me | |
| If I could hold them | |
| I would let' s say | |
| Take some rest as if not wicked | |
| And walk around enjoying silence | |
| A world away, elders gather | |
| Speak their tongue and hardly falter | |
| With words of bound, joy and grievance | |
| Simple song, work and penance | |
| To drawn hate like a stone | |
| And walk the path overgrown | |
| Never to lay awake | |
| And if so for goodness sake | |
| Well down the road the deer are crossing | |
| And the grass is greener where they' re walking | |
| Rattling beasts and heavy movements | |
| Mark them now son before we lose them | |
| Bear your arms ever so wisely | |
| Or burn them all if you have no need | |
| And dress to kill but kill so kindly | |
| A hollow heart' s too weak and weary | |
| To drawn hate like a stone | |
| And walk the path overgrown | |
| Never to lay awake | |
| And if so for goodness sake | |
| Now call me crazy but all the old ways | |
| Of simple living are slowly fading | |
| All we buy is time before we die | |
| And lay on down desensitized | |
| A wise old friend recently told me:" An idle mind is the devil' s playpen" | |
| Mind the gaps and watch them closely | |
| Spread the love but choose your friends wisely | |
| Love yourself to love your family | |
| And find the difference between wants and needs | |
| Be sure to stop and count your blessings | |
| Smell the roses and fight for something | |
| To drawn hate like a stone | |
| And walk the path overgrown | |
| Never to lay awake | |
| And if so for goodness sake | |
| Now call me crazy but all the old ways | |
| Of simple living are slowly fading | |
| All we buy is time before we die | |
| And lay on down desensitized |