Song | Going To Memphis |
Artist | Johnny Cash |
Album | Original Album Classics |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cash, Dew, Lomax | |
Bring a drink of water Leroy | |
Bring a drink of water, no | |
If I could get to the mercy man | |
He'd give me some I know | |
I got a gal in Vicksburg | |
Bertha is her name | |
Wish I's tied to Bertha | |
Instead of this ball and chain | |
I'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, yeah | |
A dude took all my money | |
Wouldn't let me see the cards | |
I owe the boss about a hundred years | |
For sleepin' in his backyard | |
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis | |
Yeah I'm goin' to Memphis | |
Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed | |
But when that levee's through and I am too | |
Let the honky tonk roll on | |
Come mornin' I'll be gone | |
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis | |
I never been to Chicago | |
But it must be a mighty fine place, that's right | |
I couldn't get past Tennessee | |
With Mississippi all over my face | |
I'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, Memphis | |
Well, the freezin' ground at night | |
Is my own foldin' bed | |
Pork salad is my bread and meat | |
And it will be till I'm dead | |
Well, I brought me a little water | |
In a Mr. Prince Albert can | |
But the boss man caught me drinkin' it | |
And I believe, he broke my hand | |
They all call me crazy for sassin' Mr. Scott | |
My brother was killed for a deed I did | |
But I dis remember what, yeah | |
Well another boy is down | |
The shovel burned him out | |
Let me stand on his body | |
To see what the shoutin's about | |
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah I'm goin' to Memphis | |
Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed | |
But when that levee's through and I am too | |
Let the honky tonk roll on | |
Come mornin' I'll be gone | |
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis |
zuo ci : Cash, Dew, Lomax | |
Bring a drink of water Leroy | |
Bring a drink of water, no | |
If I could get to the mercy man | |
He' d give me some I know | |
I got a gal in Vicksburg | |
Bertha is her name | |
Wish I' s tied to Bertha | |
Instead of this ball and chain | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, that' s right Lord, yeah | |
A dude took all my money | |
Wouldn' t let me see the cards | |
I owe the boss about a hundred years | |
For sleepin' in his backyard | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis | |
Yeah I' m goin' to Memphis | |
Like a bitter weed, I' m a bad seed | |
But when that levee' s through and I am too | |
Let the honky tonk roll on | |
Come mornin' I' ll be gone | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis | |
I never been to Chicago | |
But it must be a mighty fine place, that' s right | |
I couldn' t get past Tennessee | |
With Mississippi all over my face | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, that' s right Lord, Memphis | |
Well, the freezin' ground at night | |
Is my own foldin' bed | |
Pork salad is my bread and meat | |
And it will be till I' m dead | |
Well, I brought me a little water | |
In a Mr. Prince Albert can | |
But the boss man caught me drinkin' it | |
And I believe, he broke my hand | |
They all call me crazy for sassin' Mr. Scott | |
My brother was killed for a deed I did | |
But I dis remember what, yeah | |
Well another boy is down | |
The shovel burned him out | |
Let me stand on his body | |
To see what the shoutin' s about | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, yeah I' m goin' to Memphis | |
Like a bitter weed, I' m a bad seed | |
But when that levee' s through and I am too | |
Let the honky tonk roll on | |
Come mornin' I' ll be gone | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis |
zuò cí : Cash, Dew, Lomax | |
Bring a drink of water Leroy | |
Bring a drink of water, no | |
If I could get to the mercy man | |
He' d give me some I know | |
I got a gal in Vicksburg | |
Bertha is her name | |
Wish I' s tied to Bertha | |
Instead of this ball and chain | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, that' s right Lord, yeah | |
A dude took all my money | |
Wouldn' t let me see the cards | |
I owe the boss about a hundred years | |
For sleepin' in his backyard | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis | |
Yeah I' m goin' to Memphis | |
Like a bitter weed, I' m a bad seed | |
But when that levee' s through and I am too | |
Let the honky tonk roll on | |
Come mornin' I' ll be gone | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis | |
I never been to Chicago | |
But it must be a mighty fine place, that' s right | |
I couldn' t get past Tennessee | |
With Mississippi all over my face | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, that' s right Lord, Memphis | |
Well, the freezin' ground at night | |
Is my own foldin' bed | |
Pork salad is my bread and meat | |
And it will be till I' m dead | |
Well, I brought me a little water | |
In a Mr. Prince Albert can | |
But the boss man caught me drinkin' it | |
And I believe, he broke my hand | |
They all call me crazy for sassin' Mr. Scott | |
My brother was killed for a deed I did | |
But I dis remember what, yeah | |
Well another boy is down | |
The shovel burned him out | |
Let me stand on his body | |
To see what the shoutin' s about | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, yeah I' m goin' to Memphis | |
Like a bitter weed, I' m a bad seed | |
But when that levee' s through and I am too | |
Let the honky tonk roll on | |
Come mornin' I' ll be gone | |
I' m goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis |