| Song | The Gringo's Tale |
| Artist | Steve Earle |
| Album | The Revolution Starts…Now |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Earle | |
| Beggin' your pardon there stranger | |
| You look like you're new to this town | |
| We're a long way away from the beach here | |
| You won't see many gringos around | |
| Well I come from West Colorado | |
| And I've wandered this world far and wide | |
| I've lived for some years in the shadows | |
| And my eyes are unused to this light | |
| If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey | |
| I will tell you the tale of my life | |
| It's long and it's sad but it fits me | |
| And it may bring a tear to your eye | |
| All the men of my family were solidiers | |
| The hard fightin' straight talkin' kind | |
| When my turn came all that was over | |
| But I'd already made up my mind | |
| I was there when we blew though Grenada | |
| And I still have to ask myself why | |
| Then we took down that fool Noriega | |
| That's where I caught the good colonel's eye | |
| Well he asked me if I loved my country | |
| And before I had time to reply | |
| He regaled me with tales of past glories | |
| I believed every one of his lies | |
| So I left my old life behind me | |
| Turned my back on my family and friends | |
| And I did everything that they asked me | |
| And I lost some sleep now and again | |
| And I lived like a thief and assassin | |
| I smuggled their poisons sometimes | |
| Until I asked the wrong question in passin' | |
| And the colonel himself dropped the dime | |
| So if you're ever in west Colorado | |
| Tell the folks in Durango goodbye | |
| There's a price on my head and I can't go | |
| So I'll just wait around here ‘til I die |
| zuo ci : Earle | |
| Beggin' your pardon there stranger | |
| You look like you' re new to this town | |
| We' re a long way away from the beach here | |
| You won' t see many gringos around | |
| Well I come from West Colorado | |
| And I' ve wandered this world far and wide | |
| I' ve lived for some years in the shadows | |
| And my eyes are unused to this light | |
| If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey | |
| I will tell you the tale of my life | |
| It' s long and it' s sad but it fits me | |
| And it may bring a tear to your eye | |
| All the men of my family were solidiers | |
| The hard fightin' straight talkin' kind | |
| When my turn came all that was over | |
| But I' d already made up my mind | |
| I was there when we blew though Grenada | |
| And I still have to ask myself why | |
| Then we took down that fool Noriega | |
| That' s where I caught the good colonel' s eye | |
| Well he asked me if I loved my country | |
| And before I had time to reply | |
| He regaled me with tales of past glories | |
| I believed every one of his lies | |
| So I left my old life behind me | |
| Turned my back on my family and friends | |
| And I did everything that they asked me | |
| And I lost some sleep now and again | |
| And I lived like a thief and assassin | |
| I smuggled their poisons sometimes | |
| Until I asked the wrong question in passin' | |
| And the colonel himself dropped the dime | |
| So if you' re ever in west Colorado | |
| Tell the folks in Durango goodbye | |
| There' s a price on my head and I can' t go | |
| So I' ll just wait around here ' til I die |
| zuò cí : Earle | |
| Beggin' your pardon there stranger | |
| You look like you' re new to this town | |
| We' re a long way away from the beach here | |
| You won' t see many gringos around | |
| Well I come from West Colorado | |
| And I' ve wandered this world far and wide | |
| I' ve lived for some years in the shadows | |
| And my eyes are unused to this light | |
| If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey | |
| I will tell you the tale of my life | |
| It' s long and it' s sad but it fits me | |
| And it may bring a tear to your eye | |
| All the men of my family were solidiers | |
| The hard fightin' straight talkin' kind | |
| When my turn came all that was over | |
| But I' d already made up my mind | |
| I was there when we blew though Grenada | |
| And I still have to ask myself why | |
| Then we took down that fool Noriega | |
| That' s where I caught the good colonel' s eye | |
| Well he asked me if I loved my country | |
| And before I had time to reply | |
| He regaled me with tales of past glories | |
| I believed every one of his lies | |
| So I left my old life behind me | |
| Turned my back on my family and friends | |
| And I did everything that they asked me | |
| And I lost some sleep now and again | |
| And I lived like a thief and assassin | |
| I smuggled their poisons sometimes | |
| Until I asked the wrong question in passin' | |
| And the colonel himself dropped the dime | |
| So if you' re ever in west Colorado | |
| Tell the folks in Durango goodbye | |
| There' s a price on my head and I can' t go | |
| So I' ll just wait around here ' til I die |