| Song | Slim Pickin's |
| Artist | Pure Prairie League |
| Album | Just Fly |
| 作词 : Powell | |
| (G.Powell) | |
| Most of our days are passin' lastin just long enough | |
| To up and make it rough on lady night and shadowy glances she's castin' | |
| Eight dollars for my labor is a good price sure looks nice to butter olcoms cup | |
| Have to risk a bluff a little down on luck an sometimes the odds arent worth chancin' | |
| Slim pickins... don't it make your thoughts start to wander | |
| Yes but soon they'll belong to her that lady in the night | |
| Anna come hold me I feel dead my eyelids are such dead weights but will not shut | |
| Pass a bottle let the dog out my head's a-kickin' | |
| Slim pickins... don't it make your thoughts start to wander | |
| Yes but soon they'll belong to her that lady in the night | |
| My companion for the moment my sidekick through the hours | |
| We'll just roll it on round to the highway's end | |
| Laughin' an fallin' the roadblocks go down | |
| Been workin' our fingers to the bone... gonna find us a home | |
| Most of our days are lastin' passin' from dawn to dusk | |
| I don't ask too much just kickin' in the dust and let tomorrow be tomorrow's unmaskin' | |
| Slim pickins can't give it up I'm way too far under | |
| To keep the clouds from your eyes I wouldn't be surprised | |
| With the good things and bad times can find | |
| Slim pickins can't give it up I'm way too far under | |
| To keep the clouds from your eyes I wouldn't be surprised | |
| With the good things and bad times can find | |
| I wouldn't be surprised |
| zuò cí : Powell | |
| G. Powell | |
| Most of our days are passin' lastin just long enough | |
| To up and make it rough on lady night and shadowy glances she' s castin' | |
| Eight dollars for my labor is a good price sure looks nice to butter olcoms cup | |
| Have to risk a bluff a little down on luck an sometimes the odds arent worth chancin' | |
| Slim pickins... don' t it make your thoughts start to wander | |
| Yes but soon they' ll belong to her that lady in the night | |
| Anna come hold me I feel dead my eyelids are such dead weights but will not shut | |
| Pass a bottle let the dog out my head' s akickin' | |
| Slim pickins... don' t it make your thoughts start to wander | |
| Yes but soon they' ll belong to her that lady in the night | |
| My companion for the moment my sidekick through the hours | |
| We' ll just roll it on round to the highway' s end | |
| Laughin' an fallin' the roadblocks go down | |
| Been workin' our fingers to the bone... gonna find us a home | |
| Most of our days are lastin' passin' from dawn to dusk | |
| I don' t ask too much just kickin' in the dust and let tomorrow be tomorrow' s unmaskin' | |
| Slim pickins can' t give it up I' m way too far under | |
| To keep the clouds from your eyes I wouldn' t be surprised | |
| With the good things and bad times can find | |
| Slim pickins can' t give it up I' m way too far under | |
| To keep the clouds from your eyes I wouldn' t be surprised | |
| With the good things and bad times can find | |
| I wouldn' t be surprised |