Song | A Man In Need - Live At The Paris Theatre, 22/05/1982 |
Artist | Richard Thompson |
Artist | Linda Thompson |
Album | Live At The BBC |
作词 : Thompson | |
I packed my rags, went down the hill | |
Left my dependents a-lying still | |
Just as the dawn was rising up | |
I was making good speed | |
I left a letter lying on the bed | |
From a man in need, it read | |
You know it's so hard, It's so hard to find | |
Well, well, well. Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need? | |
All of my friends don't comprehend me | |
Their kind of style it just offends me | |
I want to take 'em, I want to shake 'em | |
'Till they pay me some heed | |
Oh, you've got to ride in one direction | |
Until you find the right connection | |
You know it's so hard, so, so, so, so | |
Well, well. Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need? | |
Who's going to give you real happiness? | |
Who's going to give you contentedness? | |
Who's going to lead you? Who's going to feed you? | |
And cut you free? | |
Well I've sailed every ship in the sea | |
But I travelled this world in misery | |
You know it's so hard, so hard, so hard | |
Well, well. Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need? | |
Well who's going to shoe your feet? | |
Ah who's going to pay your rent? | |
And who's going to stand by you? | |
Well, well, well, well | |
Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need? | |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
Of a man in need. |
zuò cí : Thompson | |
I packed my rags, went down the hill | |
Left my dependents alying still | |
Just as the dawn was rising up | |
I was making good speed | |
I left a letter lying on the bed | |
From a man in need, it read | |
You know it' s so hard, It' s so hard to find | |
Well, well, well. Who' s going to cure the heart of a man in need? | |
All of my friends don' t comprehend me | |
Their kind of style it just offends me | |
I want to take ' em, I want to shake ' em | |
' Till they pay me some heed | |
Oh, you' ve got to ride in one direction | |
Until you find the right connection | |
You know it' s so hard, so, so, so, so | |
Well, well. Who' s going to cure the heart of a man in need? | |
Who' s going to give you real happiness? | |
Who' s going to give you contentedness? | |
Who' s going to lead you? Who' s going to feed you? | |
And cut you free? | |
Well I' ve sailed every ship in the sea | |
But I travelled this world in misery | |
You know it' s so hard, so hard, so hard | |
Well, well. Who' s going to cure the heart of a man in need? | |
Well who' s going to shoe your feet? | |
Ah who' s going to pay your rent? | |
And who' s going to stand by you? | |
Well, well, well, well | |
Who' s going to cure the heart of a man in need? | |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
Of a man in need. |