Song | Cottonseed |
Artist | Drive-By Truckers |
Album | The Dirty South |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cooley, Drive By Truckers | |
I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds | |
To look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes | |
Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it's true | |
Greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze | |
It's been a while since | |
I put on a suit of my own clothes | |
And even longer since | |
I cast my shadow on a church house door | |
They say every sin is deadly but | |
I believe they may be wrong | |
I'm guilty of all seven and | |
I don't feel too bad at all | |
I used to have a wad of hundred dollar bills in the back pocket of my suit | |
I had a .45 underneath my coat and another one in my boot | |
I drove a big ole | |
Cadillac, bought a new one anytime | |
I pleased | |
And I put more lawmen in the ground than | |
Alabama put cottonseed | |
I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the state | |
I mentioned | |
But a man like me don't do no time too hard to come back from | |
The meanest of the mean, | |
I see you lock away and toss the key | |
But they're all just loud mouth punks to me, | |
I've scraped meaner off my shoe | |
Somewhere, | |
I ain't saying, there's a hole that holds a judge | |
The last one that | |
I dug myself | |
And I must admit | |
I was sad to lay him in it, but | |
I did the best | |
I could Once his | |
Honor grows a conscience, well folks, that there just ain't no good | |
There's a pretty girl out there said "Daddy, you stay cool tonight All I need from you is to come home and be here by my side Say what you gotta say to shut their Bibles and their mouths If they was to tie a noose, they'd have to lay their Bibles down" | |
I ain't here to save no souls and even if | |
I could I could never save enough to put back half the ones | |
I took So if they rest in torment you can't say it's cause of me | |
They'd long been bought and paid for like that fool's in | |
Tennessee |
zuo qu : Cooley, Drive By Truckers | |
I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds | |
To look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes | |
Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it' s true | |
Greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze | |
It' s been a while since | |
I put on a suit of my own clothes | |
And even longer since | |
I cast my shadow on a church house door | |
They say every sin is deadly but | |
I believe they may be wrong | |
I' m guilty of all seven and | |
I don' t feel too bad at all | |
I used to have a wad of hundred dollar bills in the back pocket of my suit | |
I had a . 45 underneath my coat and another one in my boot | |
I drove a big ole | |
Cadillac, bought a new one anytime | |
I pleased | |
And I put more lawmen in the ground than | |
Alabama put cottonseed | |
I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the state | |
I mentioned | |
But a man like me don' t do no time too hard to come back from | |
The meanest of the mean, | |
I see you lock away and toss the key | |
But they' re all just loud mouth punks to me, | |
I' ve scraped meaner off my shoe | |
Somewhere, | |
I ain' t saying, there' s a hole that holds a judge | |
The last one that | |
I dug myself | |
And I must admit | |
I was sad to lay him in it, but | |
I did the best | |
I could Once his | |
Honor grows a conscience, well folks, that there just ain' t no good | |
There' s a pretty girl out there said " Daddy, you stay cool tonight All I need from you is to come home and be here by my side Say what you gotta say to shut their Bibles and their mouths If they was to tie a noose, they' d have to lay their Bibles down" | |
I ain' t here to save no souls and even if | |
I could I could never save enough to put back half the ones | |
I took So if they rest in torment you can' t say it' s cause of me | |
They' d long been bought and paid for like that fool' s in | |
Tennessee |
zuò qǔ : Cooley, Drive By Truckers | |
I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds | |
To look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes | |
Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it' s true | |
Greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze | |
It' s been a while since | |
I put on a suit of my own clothes | |
And even longer since | |
I cast my shadow on a church house door | |
They say every sin is deadly but | |
I believe they may be wrong | |
I' m guilty of all seven and | |
I don' t feel too bad at all | |
I used to have a wad of hundred dollar bills in the back pocket of my suit | |
I had a . 45 underneath my coat and another one in my boot | |
I drove a big ole | |
Cadillac, bought a new one anytime | |
I pleased | |
And I put more lawmen in the ground than | |
Alabama put cottonseed | |
I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the state | |
I mentioned | |
But a man like me don' t do no time too hard to come back from | |
The meanest of the mean, | |
I see you lock away and toss the key | |
But they' re all just loud mouth punks to me, | |
I' ve scraped meaner off my shoe | |
Somewhere, | |
I ain' t saying, there' s a hole that holds a judge | |
The last one that | |
I dug myself | |
And I must admit | |
I was sad to lay him in it, but | |
I did the best | |
I could Once his | |
Honor grows a conscience, well folks, that there just ain' t no good | |
There' s a pretty girl out there said " Daddy, you stay cool tonight All I need from you is to come home and be here by my side Say what you gotta say to shut their Bibles and their mouths If they was to tie a noose, they' d have to lay their Bibles down" | |
I ain' t here to save no souls and even if | |
I could I could never save enough to put back half the ones | |
I took So if they rest in torment you can' t say it' s cause of me | |
They' d long been bought and paid for like that fool' s in | |
Tennessee |