Song | Jesus The Missing Years |
Artist | John Prine |
Album | The Missing Years |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Prine | |
(spoken) | |
Jesus.... the missing years | |
It was raining. it was cold | |
West bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old | |
So he packed his bags and he headed out | |
To find out what the world's about | |
He went to france. he went to spain | |
He found love. he found pain. | |
He found stores so he started to shop | |
But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop | |
Kids in trouble with the cops | |
From israel didn't have no home | |
So he cut his hair and moved to rome | |
It was there he met his irish bride | |
And they rented a flat on the lower east side of rome... | |
Italy that is | |
Music publishers, book binders, bible belters, money changers, | |
Spoon benders and lots of pretty italian chicks. | |
Chorus: | |
Charley bought some popcorn | |
Billy bought a car | |
Someone almost bought the farm | |
But they didn't go that far | |
Things shut down at midnight | |
At least around here they do | |
Cause we all reside down the block | |
Inside at ....23 skidoo. | |
Wine was flowing so were beers | |
So jesus found his missing years | |
So he went to a dance and said "this don't move me" | |
He hiked up his pants and he went to a movie | |
On his thirteenth birthday he saw "rebel without a cause" | |
He went straight on home and invented santa claus | |
Who gave him a gift and he responded in kind | |
He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind | |
You see him and the wife wasn't getting along | |
So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song | |
Called "the dove of love fell off the perch" | |
But he couldn't get divorced in the catholic church | |
At least not back then anyhow | |
Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this shit | |
So he took a pill with a bag of peanuts and | |
A coca-cola and he swallowed it. | |
He discovered the beatles | |
And he recorded with the stones | |
Once he even opened up a three-way package | |
In southern california for old george jones | |
Repeat chorus: | |
The years went by like sweet little days | |
With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais | |
When he woke up he was seventeen | |
The world was angry. the world was mean. | |
Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop | |
All agreed that life stank. all the world smelled like poop | |
Baby poop that is ..the worst kind | |
So he grew his hair long and thew away his comb | |
And headed back to jerusalem to find mom, dad and home | |
But when he got there the cupboard was bare | |
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod | |
He said "whatcha gonna be when you grow up?" | |
Jesus said "god" | |
Oh my god, what have i gotten myself into? | |
I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood | |
They're gonna kill me mama. they don't like me bud. | |
So jesus went to heaven and he went there awful quick | |
All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick | |
So come and gather around me my contemporary peers | |
And i'll tell you all the story of | |
Jesus...the missing years | |
Repeat chorus: | |
We all reside down the block | |
Inside at ....23 skidoo. |
zuo ci : Prine | |
spoken | |
Jesus.... the missing years | |
It was raining. it was cold | |
West bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old | |
So he packed his bags and he headed out | |
To find out what the world' s about | |
He went to france. he went to spain | |
He found love. he found pain. | |
He found stores so he started to shop | |
But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop | |
Kids in trouble with the cops | |
From israel didn' t have no home | |
So he cut his hair and moved to rome | |
It was there he met his irish bride | |
And they rented a flat on the lower east side of rome... | |
Italy that is | |
Music publishers, book binders, bible belters, money changers, | |
Spoon benders and lots of pretty italian chicks. | |
Chorus: | |
Charley bought some popcorn | |
Billy bought a car | |
Someone almost bought the farm | |
But they didn' t go that far | |
Things shut down at midnight | |
At least around here they do | |
Cause we all reside down the block | |
Inside at .... 23 skidoo. | |
Wine was flowing so were beers | |
So jesus found his missing years | |
So he went to a dance and said " this don' t move me" | |
He hiked up his pants and he went to a movie | |
On his thirteenth birthday he saw " rebel without a cause" | |
He went straight on home and invented santa claus | |
Who gave him a gift and he responded in kind | |
He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind | |
You see him and the wife wasn' t getting along | |
So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song | |
Called " the dove of love fell off the perch" | |
But he couldn' t get divorced in the catholic church | |
At least not back then anyhow | |
Jesus was a good guy he didn' t need this shit | |
So he took a pill with a bag of peanuts and | |
A cocacola and he swallowed it. | |
He discovered the beatles | |
And he recorded with the stones | |
Once he even opened up a threeway package | |
In southern california for old george jones | |
Repeat chorus: | |
The years went by like sweet little days | |
With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais | |
When he woke up he was seventeen | |
The world was angry. the world was mean. | |
Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop | |
All agreed that life stank. all the world smelled like poop | |
Baby poop that is .. the worst kind | |
So he grew his hair long and thew away his comb | |
And headed back to jerusalem to find mom, dad and home | |
But when he got there the cupboard was bare | |
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod | |
He said " whatcha gonna be when you grow up?" | |
Jesus said " god" | |
Oh my god, what have i gotten myself into? | |
I' m a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood | |
They' re gonna kill me mama. they don' t like me bud. | |
So jesus went to heaven and he went there awful quick | |
All them people killed him and he wasn' t even sick | |
So come and gather around me my contemporary peers | |
And i' ll tell you all the story of | |
Jesus... the missing years | |
Repeat chorus: | |
We all reside down the block | |
Inside at .... 23 skidoo. |
zuò cí : Prine | |
spoken | |
Jesus.... the missing years | |
It was raining. it was cold | |
West bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old | |
So he packed his bags and he headed out | |
To find out what the world' s about | |
He went to france. he went to spain | |
He found love. he found pain. | |
He found stores so he started to shop | |
But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop | |
Kids in trouble with the cops | |
From israel didn' t have no home | |
So he cut his hair and moved to rome | |
It was there he met his irish bride | |
And they rented a flat on the lower east side of rome... | |
Italy that is | |
Music publishers, book binders, bible belters, money changers, | |
Spoon benders and lots of pretty italian chicks. | |
Chorus: | |
Charley bought some popcorn | |
Billy bought a car | |
Someone almost bought the farm | |
But they didn' t go that far | |
Things shut down at midnight | |
At least around here they do | |
Cause we all reside down the block | |
Inside at .... 23 skidoo. | |
Wine was flowing so were beers | |
So jesus found his missing years | |
So he went to a dance and said " this don' t move me" | |
He hiked up his pants and he went to a movie | |
On his thirteenth birthday he saw " rebel without a cause" | |
He went straight on home and invented santa claus | |
Who gave him a gift and he responded in kind | |
He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind | |
You see him and the wife wasn' t getting along | |
So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song | |
Called " the dove of love fell off the perch" | |
But he couldn' t get divorced in the catholic church | |
At least not back then anyhow | |
Jesus was a good guy he didn' t need this shit | |
So he took a pill with a bag of peanuts and | |
A cocacola and he swallowed it. | |
He discovered the beatles | |
And he recorded with the stones | |
Once he even opened up a threeway package | |
In southern california for old george jones | |
Repeat chorus: | |
The years went by like sweet little days | |
With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais | |
When he woke up he was seventeen | |
The world was angry. the world was mean. | |
Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop | |
All agreed that life stank. all the world smelled like poop | |
Baby poop that is .. the worst kind | |
So he grew his hair long and thew away his comb | |
And headed back to jerusalem to find mom, dad and home | |
But when he got there the cupboard was bare | |
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod | |
He said " whatcha gonna be when you grow up?" | |
Jesus said " god" | |
Oh my god, what have i gotten myself into? | |
I' m a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood | |
They' re gonna kill me mama. they don' t like me bud. | |
So jesus went to heaven and he went there awful quick | |
All them people killed him and he wasn' t even sick | |
So come and gather around me my contemporary peers | |
And i' ll tell you all the story of | |
Jesus... the missing years | |
Repeat chorus: | |
We all reside down the block | |
Inside at .... 23 skidoo. |