Song | Me and Billy Barnum |
Artist | Josh Woodward |
Album | The Simple Life |
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作曲 : Woodward | |
In 1912, I was only a boy | |
Hardly 10 years old | |
The summer was dry, the sun in the sky | |
Where secrets burn like matches | |
In my Sunday best, I went down for a walk | |
To Billy Barnum's house | |
He was alone, no one was home | |
So I had an idea | |
I said to Billy, "let's go walking down in the ravine | |
There's no one here for miles so we never will be seen | |
If your folks are in Peoria, they won't be back for hours | |
So let's go have some fun." | |
We walked down through the tangle of trees | |
I lost my bearing twice | |
But then we emerged, the top of the earth | |
And watched in silent wonder | |
We stood tall on the edge of the bridge | |
When a gust of wind blew through | |
I stumbled and weaved, and reached for his sleeve | |
To try and find my balance | |
But Billy lost his footing and he slipped off of the edge | |
He caught himself with one hand on an overhanging ledge | |
But his strength would only last him for a minute, maybe two | |
Then he crashed down in the river | |
He crashed down in the river | |
A shallow grave on the outskirts of town | |
Is where I laid him down | |
A secret it's stayed, what happened that day | |
With me and Billy Barnum | |
With me and Billy Barnum |
zuo qu : Woodward | |
In 1912, I was only a boy | |
Hardly 10 years old | |
The summer was dry, the sun in the sky | |
Where secrets burn like matches | |
In my Sunday best, I went down for a walk | |
To Billy Barnum' s house | |
He was alone, no one was home | |
So I had an idea | |
I said to Billy, " let' s go walking down in the ravine | |
There' s no one here for miles so we never will be seen | |
If your folks are in Peoria, they won' t be back for hours | |
So let' s go have some fun." | |
We walked down through the tangle of trees | |
I lost my bearing twice | |
But then we emerged, the top of the earth | |
And watched in silent wonder | |
We stood tall on the edge of the bridge | |
When a gust of wind blew through | |
I stumbled and weaved, and reached for his sleeve | |
To try and find my balance | |
But Billy lost his footing and he slipped off of the edge | |
He caught himself with one hand on an overhanging ledge | |
But his strength would only last him for a minute, maybe two | |
Then he crashed down in the river | |
He crashed down in the river | |
A shallow grave on the outskirts of town | |
Is where I laid him down | |
A secret it' s stayed, what happened that day | |
With me and Billy Barnum | |
With me and Billy Barnum |
zuò qǔ : Woodward | |
In 1912, I was only a boy | |
Hardly 10 years old | |
The summer was dry, the sun in the sky | |
Where secrets burn like matches | |
In my Sunday best, I went down for a walk | |
To Billy Barnum' s house | |
He was alone, no one was home | |
So I had an idea | |
I said to Billy, " let' s go walking down in the ravine | |
There' s no one here for miles so we never will be seen | |
If your folks are in Peoria, they won' t be back for hours | |
So let' s go have some fun." | |
We walked down through the tangle of trees | |
I lost my bearing twice | |
But then we emerged, the top of the earth | |
And watched in silent wonder | |
We stood tall on the edge of the bridge | |
When a gust of wind blew through | |
I stumbled and weaved, and reached for his sleeve | |
To try and find my balance | |
But Billy lost his footing and he slipped off of the edge | |
He caught himself with one hand on an overhanging ledge | |
But his strength would only last him for a minute, maybe two | |
Then he crashed down in the river | |
He crashed down in the river | |
A shallow grave on the outskirts of town | |
Is where I laid him down | |
A secret it' s stayed, what happened that day | |
With me and Billy Barnum | |
With me and Billy Barnum |