Song | Maureen, Maureen |
Artist | John Prine |
Album | Aimless Love |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : John Prine | |
作词 : Prine | |
Maureen, maureen, | |
I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
Well, they said he wouldn't hurt us | |
But he got me real nervous and mean | |
He was fat and he stank | |
And god knows that he drank more than we do | |
So i shot him in the first class | |
Then i bailed out and ran home to you | |
Chorus: | |
But you don't believe me | |
I could tell by your smile | |
Honey, why don't you leave me | |
Get lost for awhile, maureen. | |
Maureen, maureen, | |
There's a hole in between where we come from | |
And the things that i'm thinking | |
Ain't necessary the things that i say | |
I may have lied to myself | |
But i tried to tell god how i love you | |
But even he don't answer | |
His phone anymore when i pray | |
Maureen, maureen, | |
I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
Well, they said he wouldn't hurt us | |
But he got me real nervous and mean | |
Real nervous and mean |
zuo qu : John Prine | |
zuo ci : Prine | |
Maureen, maureen, | |
I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
Well, they said he wouldn' t hurt us | |
But he got me real nervous and mean | |
He was fat and he stank | |
And god knows that he drank more than we do | |
So i shot him in the first class | |
Then i bailed out and ran home to you | |
Chorus: | |
But you don' t believe me | |
I could tell by your smile | |
Honey, why don' t you leave me | |
Get lost for awhile, maureen. | |
Maureen, maureen, | |
There' s a hole in between where we come from | |
And the things that i' m thinking | |
Ain' t necessary the things that i say | |
I may have lied to myself | |
But i tried to tell god how i love you | |
But even he don' t answer | |
His phone anymore when i pray | |
Maureen, maureen, | |
I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
Well, they said he wouldn' t hurt us | |
But he got me real nervous and mean | |
Real nervous and mean |
zuò qǔ : John Prine | |
zuò cí : Prine | |
Maureen, maureen, | |
I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
Well, they said he wouldn' t hurt us | |
But he got me real nervous and mean | |
He was fat and he stank | |
And god knows that he drank more than we do | |
So i shot him in the first class | |
Then i bailed out and ran home to you | |
Chorus: | |
But you don' t believe me | |
I could tell by your smile | |
Honey, why don' t you leave me | |
Get lost for awhile, maureen. | |
Maureen, maureen, | |
There' s a hole in between where we come from | |
And the things that i' m thinking | |
Ain' t necessary the things that i say | |
I may have lied to myself | |
But i tried to tell god how i love you | |
But even he don' t answer | |
His phone anymore when i pray | |
Maureen, maureen, | |
I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
Well, they said he wouldn' t hurt us | |
But he got me real nervous and mean | |
Real nervous and mean |