Song | Talking Thunderbird Blues - Live |
Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
Album | Live At The Old Quarter, Houston, Texas |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Among the strangest things i ever heard | |
Was when a friend of mine said "man, let's get some thunderbird" | |
I said "what's that?" he just started to grin | |
Slobbered on his shirt, his eyes got dim | |
He said "you got fifty-nine cents?" | |
I said "yeah, i got a dollar, but don't be a smart-aleck | |
I ain't gonna spend it on no indian relic" | |
And he said "thunderbird's not an old indian trinket, | |
It's a wine, man, you take it home and drink it." | |
I said "it sure don't sound like wine to me" | |
And he said he'd bet me the change from my dollar | |
We hustled on down to the nearest u-tate-um | |
The guy wanted my id, i whipped her out and showed him | |
He got a green bottle from the freezing vault | |
My friend started doing backward somersaults | |
Through the cottage cheese | |
Took it back to his house, started drinkin' | |
Pretty soon i set in to thinkin' | |
"man, this thunderbird tastes yummy, yummy, yummy | |
And i know it's doing good things to my tummy, tum..., t..." | |
It's so you reason when your on that crap | |
Got a few more bottles, chugged them down | |
I pulled myself up off the ground | |
Decided i go see my dearest sweet wife | |
Who met me at the door with a carving knife | |
Said "get them damn grape peel from between your teeth." | |
I could see we're gonna have a little misunderstanding | |
I said "dear, i better get in touch with you later" | |
She said "forget it, man, you're never touchin' me again!" | |
Now i've seen the light and heard the word | |
And i'm staying away from that ol' dirty thunderbird | |
A message come from heaven radiant, and fine, | |
All i drink now is communion wine | |
Six days a week |
zuo ci : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Among the strangest things i ever heard | |
Was when a friend of mine said " man, let' s get some thunderbird" | |
I said " what' s that?" he just started to grin | |
Slobbered on his shirt, his eyes got dim | |
He said " you got fiftynine cents?" | |
I said " yeah, i got a dollar, but don' t be a smartaleck | |
I ain' t gonna spend it on no indian relic" | |
And he said " thunderbird' s not an old indian trinket, | |
It' s a wine, man, you take it home and drink it." | |
I said " it sure don' t sound like wine to me" | |
And he said he' d bet me the change from my dollar | |
We hustled on down to the nearest utateum | |
The guy wanted my id, i whipped her out and showed him | |
He got a green bottle from the freezing vault | |
My friend started doing backward somersaults | |
Through the cottage cheese | |
Took it back to his house, started drinkin' | |
Pretty soon i set in to thinkin' | |
" man, this thunderbird tastes yummy, yummy, yummy | |
And i know it' s doing good things to my tummy, tum..., t..." | |
It' s so you reason when your on that crap | |
Got a few more bottles, chugged them down | |
I pulled myself up off the ground | |
Decided i go see my dearest sweet wife | |
Who met me at the door with a carving knife | |
Said " get them damn grape peel from between your teeth." | |
I could see we' re gonna have a little misunderstanding | |
I said " dear, i better get in touch with you later" | |
She said " forget it, man, you' re never touchin' me again!" | |
Now i' ve seen the light and heard the word | |
And i' m staying away from that ol' dirty thunderbird | |
A message come from heaven radiant, and fine, | |
All i drink now is communion wine | |
Six days a week |
zuò cí : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Among the strangest things i ever heard | |
Was when a friend of mine said " man, let' s get some thunderbird" | |
I said " what' s that?" he just started to grin | |
Slobbered on his shirt, his eyes got dim | |
He said " you got fiftynine cents?" | |
I said " yeah, i got a dollar, but don' t be a smartaleck | |
I ain' t gonna spend it on no indian relic" | |
And he said " thunderbird' s not an old indian trinket, | |
It' s a wine, man, you take it home and drink it." | |
I said " it sure don' t sound like wine to me" | |
And he said he' d bet me the change from my dollar | |
We hustled on down to the nearest utateum | |
The guy wanted my id, i whipped her out and showed him | |
He got a green bottle from the freezing vault | |
My friend started doing backward somersaults | |
Through the cottage cheese | |
Took it back to his house, started drinkin' | |
Pretty soon i set in to thinkin' | |
" man, this thunderbird tastes yummy, yummy, yummy | |
And i know it' s doing good things to my tummy, tum..., t..." | |
It' s so you reason when your on that crap | |
Got a few more bottles, chugged them down | |
I pulled myself up off the ground | |
Decided i go see my dearest sweet wife | |
Who met me at the door with a carving knife | |
Said " get them damn grape peel from between your teeth." | |
I could see we' re gonna have a little misunderstanding | |
I said " dear, i better get in touch with you later" | |
She said " forget it, man, you' re never touchin' me again!" | |
Now i' ve seen the light and heard the word | |
And i' m staying away from that ol' dirty thunderbird | |
A message come from heaven radiant, and fine, | |
All i drink now is communion wine | |
Six days a week |