Song | Fish and Whistle |
Artist | John Prine |
Album | Souvenirs |
作词 : Prine | |
Lyrics:John Prine Music:John Prine | |
I been thinking lately about the people I meet | |
The carwash on the corner and the hole in the street | |
The way my ankles hurt with shoes on my feet | |
And I'm wondering if I'm gonna see tomorrow. | |
Father forgive us for what we must do | |
You forgive us we'll forgive you | |
We'll forgive each other till we both turn blue | |
Then we'll whistle and go fishing in heaven. | |
I was in the army but I never dug a trench | |
I used to bust my knuckles on a monkey wrench | |
Then I'd go to town and drink and give the girls a pinch | |
But I don't think they ever even noticed me. | |
Fish and whistle, whistle and fish | |
Eat everything that they put on your dish | |
And when we get through we'll make a big wish | |
That we never have to do this again again? again???? | |
On my very first job I said thank you and please | |
They made me scrub a parking lot down on my knees | |
Then I got fired for being scared of bees | |
And they only give me fifty cents an hour. |
zuò cí : Prine | |
Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
I been thinking lately about the people I meet | |
The carwash on the corner and the hole in the street | |
The way my ankles hurt with shoes on my feet | |
And I' m wondering if I' m gonna see tomorrow. | |
Father forgive us for what we must do | |
You forgive us we' ll forgive you | |
We' ll forgive each other till we both turn blue | |
Then we' ll whistle and go fishing in heaven. | |
I was in the army but I never dug a trench | |
I used to bust my knuckles on a monkey wrench | |
Then I' d go to town and drink and give the girls a pinch | |
But I don' t think they ever even noticed me. | |
Fish and whistle, whistle and fish | |
Eat everything that they put on your dish | |
And when we get through we' ll make a big wish | |
That we never have to do this again again? again???? | |
On my very first job I said thank you and please | |
They made me scrub a parking lot down on my knees | |
Then I got fired for being scared of bees | |
And they only give me fifty cents an hour. |