Song | By The People |
Artist | Van Dyke Parks |
Album | Song Cycle |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Parks | |
Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul. | |
Brother has a long way to go maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow for the song of the forgotten South, | |
Just don't hang us up here. | |
Step by step by please though proletarian am I. | |
By chance am you | |
"wine git out de way o'de darkies." | |
You'd better hustle up a storm to sing this Caucasian lullaby. | |
Sleep oh my darling now sleep. | |
Draw freehand over Iron Curtain. | |
Stalk up on the trim bamboo. | |
To footridge the bullrushes certain to know law, | |
American express. | |
No Caucasian flair for flim-flam will do. | |
Step by please step by. | |
Weigh the small advance. | |
There is still a chance. | |
Let's assume that we form a company men. | |
No mention should the pass in revue of the show. | |
Just understand that I prefer to be dead than red white or blue as I write sturdy crew. | |
As you view these few Russians whose true dawn came to view long ago. | |
So I think that you'd better strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul. | |
The song of the forgotten South just don't hang us up here. | |
Here the unknown is at hand and not far from my heel a tarbaby feel for the Czar. | |
For those who are lonely well the Black sea is callin' Georgia's Stalin has fallen so you all come here. | |
We now are near to the end. | |
If you stay with the show say we all had to go to hasten to jar the few nations too far gone to step by. |
zuo ci : Parks | |
Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul. | |
Brother has a long way to go maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow for the song of the forgotten South, | |
Just don' t hang us up here. | |
Step by step by please though proletarian am I. | |
By chance am you | |
" wine git out de way o' de darkies." | |
You' d better hustle up a storm to sing this Caucasian lullaby. | |
Sleep oh my darling now sleep. | |
Draw freehand over Iron Curtain. | |
Stalk up on the trim bamboo. | |
To footridge the bullrushes certain to know law, | |
American express. | |
No Caucasian flair for flimflam will do. | |
Step by please step by. | |
Weigh the small advance. | |
There is still a chance. | |
Let' s assume that we form a company men. | |
No mention should the pass in revue of the show. | |
Just understand that I prefer to be dead than red white or blue as I write sturdy crew. | |
As you view these few Russians whose true dawn came to view long ago. | |
So I think that you' d better strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul. | |
The song of the forgotten South just don' t hang us up here. | |
Here the unknown is at hand and not far from my heel a tarbaby feel for the Czar. | |
For those who are lonely well the Black sea is callin' Georgia' s Stalin has fallen so you all come here. | |
We now are near to the end. | |
If you stay with the show say we all had to go to hasten to jar the few nations too far gone to step by. |
zuò cí : Parks | |
Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul. | |
Brother has a long way to go maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow for the song of the forgotten South, | |
Just don' t hang us up here. | |
Step by step by please though proletarian am I. | |
By chance am you | |
" wine git out de way o' de darkies." | |
You' d better hustle up a storm to sing this Caucasian lullaby. | |
Sleep oh my darling now sleep. | |
Draw freehand over Iron Curtain. | |
Stalk up on the trim bamboo. | |
To footridge the bullrushes certain to know law, | |
American express. | |
No Caucasian flair for flimflam will do. | |
Step by please step by. | |
Weigh the small advance. | |
There is still a chance. | |
Let' s assume that we form a company men. | |
No mention should the pass in revue of the show. | |
Just understand that I prefer to be dead than red white or blue as I write sturdy crew. | |
As you view these few Russians whose true dawn came to view long ago. | |
So I think that you' d better strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul. | |
The song of the forgotten South just don' t hang us up here. | |
Here the unknown is at hand and not far from my heel a tarbaby feel for the Czar. | |
For those who are lonely well the Black sea is callin' Georgia' s Stalin has fallen so you all come here. | |
We now are near to the end. | |
If you stay with the show say we all had to go to hasten to jar the few nations too far gone to step by. |