Song | Where The Devil Don't Stay |
Artist | Drive-By Truckers |
Album | The Dirty South |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cooley, Cooley ... | |
My Daddy played poker in the woods | |
Back in his younger days, prohibition was the talk | |
But the rich folks walked to the woods | |
Where my Daddy stayed | |
Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here | |
They ain't miners they came from the twenty-niners | |
It didn't take a hole in the ground | |
To put the bottom in their face | |
Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried | |
And the woods in | |
Alabama didn't see no light | |
My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire | |
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire | |
Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end | |
Trap a wildcat and take his skin | |
Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole | |
One hand on the jug but you never do know | |
Son come running you better come quick | |
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick | |
Your Mama called the law they're gonna take me away | |
Down so far even the | |
Devil won't stay | |
Where I call to the | |
Lord with all my soul | |
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door | |
He couldn't get in | |
I could see he tried | |
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light | |
Daddy tell me another story | |
Tell me about the lows and the highs | |
Tell me how to tell the difference between | |
What they tell me is the truth or a lie | |
Tell me why the ones who have so much | |
Make the ones who don't go mad | |
With the same skin stretched over their white bones | |
And the same jug in their hand | |
My Daddy played poker on a stump | |
In the woods back when the world was gray | |
Before black and white went and chose up sides | |
And gave a little bit of both their way | |
The only blood that's any cleaner | |
Is the blood that's blue or greener | |
Without either you just get meaner | |
And the blood you gave gives you away | |
Son come running you better come quick | |
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick | |
Your Mama called the law they're gonna take me away | |
Down so far even the | |
Devil won't stay | |
Where I call to the | |
Lord with all my soul | |
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door | |
He couldn't get in | |
I could see he tried | |
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light |
zuo qu : Cooley, Cooley ... | |
My Daddy played poker in the woods | |
Back in his younger days, prohibition was the talk | |
But the rich folks walked to the woods | |
Where my Daddy stayed | |
Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here | |
They ain' t miners they came from the twentyniners | |
It didn' t take a hole in the ground | |
To put the bottom in their face | |
Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried | |
And the woods in | |
Alabama didn' t see no light | |
My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire | |
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire | |
Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end | |
Trap a wildcat and take his skin | |
Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole | |
One hand on the jug but you never do know | |
Son come running you better come quick | |
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick | |
Your Mama called the law they' re gonna take me away | |
Down so far even the | |
Devil won' t stay | |
Where I call to the | |
Lord with all my soul | |
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door | |
He couldn' t get in | |
I could see he tried | |
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light | |
Daddy tell me another story | |
Tell me about the lows and the highs | |
Tell me how to tell the difference between | |
What they tell me is the truth or a lie | |
Tell me why the ones who have so much | |
Make the ones who don' t go mad | |
With the same skin stretched over their white bones | |
And the same jug in their hand | |
My Daddy played poker on a stump | |
In the woods back when the world was gray | |
Before black and white went and chose up sides | |
And gave a little bit of both their way | |
The only blood that' s any cleaner | |
Is the blood that' s blue or greener | |
Without either you just get meaner | |
And the blood you gave gives you away | |
Son come running you better come quick | |
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick | |
Your Mama called the law they' re gonna take me away | |
Down so far even the | |
Devil won' t stay | |
Where I call to the | |
Lord with all my soul | |
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door | |
He couldn' t get in | |
I could see he tried | |
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light |
zuò qǔ : Cooley, Cooley ... | |
My Daddy played poker in the woods | |
Back in his younger days, prohibition was the talk | |
But the rich folks walked to the woods | |
Where my Daddy stayed | |
Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here | |
They ain' t miners they came from the twentyniners | |
It didn' t take a hole in the ground | |
To put the bottom in their face | |
Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried | |
And the woods in | |
Alabama didn' t see no light | |
My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire | |
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire | |
Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end | |
Trap a wildcat and take his skin | |
Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole | |
One hand on the jug but you never do know | |
Son come running you better come quick | |
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick | |
Your Mama called the law they' re gonna take me away | |
Down so far even the | |
Devil won' t stay | |
Where I call to the | |
Lord with all my soul | |
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door | |
He couldn' t get in | |
I could see he tried | |
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light | |
Daddy tell me another story | |
Tell me about the lows and the highs | |
Tell me how to tell the difference between | |
What they tell me is the truth or a lie | |
Tell me why the ones who have so much | |
Make the ones who don' t go mad | |
With the same skin stretched over their white bones | |
And the same jug in their hand | |
My Daddy played poker on a stump | |
In the woods back when the world was gray | |
Before black and white went and chose up sides | |
And gave a little bit of both their way | |
The only blood that' s any cleaner | |
Is the blood that' s blue or greener | |
Without either you just get meaner | |
And the blood you gave gives you away | |
Son come running you better come quick | |
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick | |
Your Mama called the law they' re gonna take me away | |
Down so far even the | |
Devil won' t stay | |
Where I call to the | |
Lord with all my soul | |
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door | |
He couldn' t get in | |
I could see he tried | |
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light |