Song | Prison Trilogy (Billy Rose) |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | The Best Of Joan C. Baez |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Joan Baez | |
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter | |
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name | |
Busted on a drunken charge | |
Driving someone else's car | |
The local midnight sheriff's claim to fame | |
In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how | |
Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded | |
Knowing they'd remain the boss | |
Knowing he would pay the cost | |
They saw he was severely reprimanded | |
In the blackest cell on A Block | |
He hanged himself at dawn | |
With a note stuck to the bunk head | |
Don't mess with me, just take me home | |
Come and lay, help us lay | |
young Billy down | |
Luna was a Mexican the law calls an alien | |
For coming across the border with a baby and a wife | |
Though the clothes upon his back were wet | |
Still he thought that he could get | |
Some money and things to start a life | |
It hadn't been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong | |
Didn't even have the time to find themselves a home | |
This foreigner, a brown-skin male | |
Thrown inside a Texas jail | |
It left the wife and baby quite alone | |
He eased the pain inside him | |
With a needle in his arm | |
But the dope just crucified him | |
He died to no one's great alarm | |
Come and lay, help us lay | |
Poor Luna down | |
And we'll raze, raze the prisons | |
To the ground | |
Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive | |
And leave the joint and walk the streets again | |
As the time he was to leave drew near | |
He suffered all the joy and fear | |
Of leaving 35 years in the pen | |
And on the day of his release he was approached by the police | |
Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his side | |
The warden said You won't remain here | |
But it seems a state retainer | |
Claims another 10 years of your life. | |
He stepped out in the Texas sunlight | |
The cops all stood around | |
Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards | |
Then threw himself down on the ground | |
They might as well just have laid | |
The old man down | |
And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons | |
To the ground | |
Help us raze, raze the prisons | |
To the ground |
zuo qu : Joan Baez | |
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter | |
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name | |
Busted on a drunken charge | |
Driving someone else' s car | |
The local midnight sheriff' s claim to fame | |
In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how | |
Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded | |
Knowing they' d remain the boss | |
Knowing he would pay the cost | |
They saw he was severely reprimanded | |
In the blackest cell on A Block | |
He hanged himself at dawn | |
With a note stuck to the bunk head | |
Don' t mess with me, just take me home | |
Come and lay, help us lay | |
young Billy down | |
Luna was a Mexican the law calls an alien | |
For coming across the border with a baby and a wife | |
Though the clothes upon his back were wet | |
Still he thought that he could get | |
Some money and things to start a life | |
It hadn' t been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong | |
Didn' t even have the time to find themselves a home | |
This foreigner, a brownskin male | |
Thrown inside a Texas jail | |
It left the wife and baby quite alone | |
He eased the pain inside him | |
With a needle in his arm | |
But the dope just crucified him | |
He died to no one' s great alarm | |
Come and lay, help us lay | |
Poor Luna down | |
And we' ll raze, raze the prisons | |
To the ground | |
Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive | |
And leave the joint and walk the streets again | |
As the time he was to leave drew near | |
He suffered all the joy and fear | |
Of leaving 35 years in the pen | |
And on the day of his release he was approached by the police | |
Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his side | |
The warden said You won' t remain here | |
But it seems a state retainer | |
Claims another 10 years of your life. | |
He stepped out in the Texas sunlight | |
The cops all stood around | |
Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards | |
Then threw himself down on the ground | |
They might as well just have laid | |
The old man down | |
And we' re gonna raze, raze the prisons | |
To the ground | |
Help us raze, raze the prisons | |
To the ground |
zuò qǔ : Joan Baez | |
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter | |
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name | |
Busted on a drunken charge | |
Driving someone else' s car | |
The local midnight sheriff' s claim to fame | |
In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how | |
Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded | |
Knowing they' d remain the boss | |
Knowing he would pay the cost | |
They saw he was severely reprimanded | |
In the blackest cell on A Block | |
He hanged himself at dawn | |
With a note stuck to the bunk head | |
Don' t mess with me, just take me home | |
Come and lay, help us lay | |
young Billy down | |
Luna was a Mexican the law calls an alien | |
For coming across the border with a baby and a wife | |
Though the clothes upon his back were wet | |
Still he thought that he could get | |
Some money and things to start a life | |
It hadn' t been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong | |
Didn' t even have the time to find themselves a home | |
This foreigner, a brownskin male | |
Thrown inside a Texas jail | |
It left the wife and baby quite alone | |
He eased the pain inside him | |
With a needle in his arm | |
But the dope just crucified him | |
He died to no one' s great alarm | |
Come and lay, help us lay | |
Poor Luna down | |
And we' ll raze, raze the prisons | |
To the ground | |
Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive | |
And leave the joint and walk the streets again | |
As the time he was to leave drew near | |
He suffered all the joy and fear | |
Of leaving 35 years in the pen | |
And on the day of his release he was approached by the police | |
Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his side | |
The warden said You won' t remain here | |
But it seems a state retainer | |
Claims another 10 years of your life. | |
He stepped out in the Texas sunlight | |
The cops all stood around | |
Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards | |
Then threw himself down on the ground | |
They might as well just have laid | |
The old man down | |
And we' re gonna raze, raze the prisons | |
To the ground | |
Help us raze, raze the prisons | |
To the ground |