作曲 : Yvonne Verroca | |
Jimmy Stokes came from Alabam' | |
with just the shirt on his back | |
But with a big determination | |
to make it big and never come back | |
He said goodbye to his girl Sue | |
and left the farm to see what he could do | |
Came east to the big, hard city | |
saw the sights, lord have pity | |
Every move he made seemed to be right | |
made some good friends, he became tight | |
Always played it cool, he was never a bore | |
kept his eyes open always knowin' the score | |
He waited for his break and took his prize | |
and as you would assume, he was on the rise | |
And with a little help from his friends | |
Jimmy became a business head | |
Now Jimmy Stokes he was selling cokes | |
and all the pretty ladies in town | |
He ran his business and was discreet, | |
paid every cop on his beat | |
He rides a big, custom-tone, purple Cadillac | |
with his name written on the back | |
If you can't get it and you don't know | |
all you have to do is ask Jimmy Stokes | |
Pretty soon power went to his head | |
he started to treat his friends bad | |
One night while a big bash at his pad, | |
a knock on the door, the F.B.I. said, | |
"Come on Jimmy let's go back to Alabama | |
with a ball and chain doin' time in the hole, | |
you are on the chain, | |
come on Jimmy" |
zuo qu : Yvonne Verroca | |
Jimmy Stokes came from Alabam' | |
with just the shirt on his back | |
But with a big determination | |
to make it big and never come back | |
He said goodbye to his girl Sue | |
and left the farm to see what he could do | |
Came east to the big, hard city | |
saw the sights, lord have pity | |
Every move he made seemed to be right | |
made some good friends, he became tight | |
Always played it cool, he was never a bore | |
kept his eyes open always knowin' the score | |
He waited for his break and took his prize | |
and as you would assume, he was on the rise | |
And with a little help from his friends | |
Jimmy became a business head | |
Now Jimmy Stokes he was selling cokes | |
and all the pretty ladies in town | |
He ran his business and was discreet, | |
paid every cop on his beat | |
He rides a big, customtone, purple Cadillac | |
with his name written on the back | |
If you can' t get it and you don' t know | |
all you have to do is ask Jimmy Stokes | |
Pretty soon power went to his head | |
he started to treat his friends bad | |
One night while a big bash at his pad, | |
a knock on the door, the F. B. I. said, | |
" Come on Jimmy let' s go back to Alabama | |
with a ball and chain doin' time in the hole, | |
you are on the chain, | |
come on Jimmy" |
zuò qǔ : Yvonne Verroca | |
Jimmy Stokes came from Alabam' | |
with just the shirt on his back | |
But with a big determination | |
to make it big and never come back | |
He said goodbye to his girl Sue | |
and left the farm to see what he could do | |
Came east to the big, hard city | |
saw the sights, lord have pity | |
Every move he made seemed to be right | |
made some good friends, he became tight | |
Always played it cool, he was never a bore | |
kept his eyes open always knowin' the score | |
He waited for his break and took his prize | |
and as you would assume, he was on the rise | |
And with a little help from his friends | |
Jimmy became a business head | |
Now Jimmy Stokes he was selling cokes | |
and all the pretty ladies in town | |
He ran his business and was discreet, | |
paid every cop on his beat | |
He rides a big, customtone, purple Cadillac | |
with his name written on the back | |
If you can' t get it and you don' t know | |
all you have to do is ask Jimmy Stokes | |
Pretty soon power went to his head | |
he started to treat his friends bad | |
One night while a big bash at his pad, | |
a knock on the door, the F. B. I. said, | |
" Come on Jimmy let' s go back to Alabama | |
with a ball and chain doin' time in the hole, | |
you are on the chain, | |
come on Jimmy" |