Song | Family Reserve |
Artist | Lyle Lovett |
Album | Joshua Judges Ruth |
作词 : Lovett | |
When i saw the ambulance | |
Screaming down main street | |
I didn't give it a thought | |
But it was my uncle eugene | |
He died on october the second 1981 | |
And my uncle wilbert | |
They all called him skinner | |
They said for his younger ways | |
He'd get drunk in the morning | |
And show me the rolls of fifties and hundreds | |
He kept in the glove box of his old gray impala | |
And we're all gonna be here forever | |
So mama don't you make such a stir | |
Now put down that camera | |
And come on and join up | |
The last of the family reserve | |
Now my second cousin | |
His name was callaway | |
He died when he'd barely turned two | |
It was peanut butter and jelly that did it | |
The help she didn't know what to do | |
She just stood there and watched him turn blue | |
And we're all gonna be here forever | |
So mama don't you make such a stir | |
Just put down that camera | |
And come on and join up | |
The last of the family reserve | |
And my friend brian temple | |
He thought he could make it | |
So from the third story he jumped | |
He missed the swimming pool | |
Only by inches | |
And everyone said he was drunk | |
Now there was great uncle julius | |
And aunt annie mueller | |
And mary and granddaddy paul | |
And there was hanna and ella | |
And alvin and alec | |
He owned his own funeral hall | |
And there are more i remember | |
And more i could mention | |
Than words i could write in a song | |
But i feel them watching | |
And i see them laughing | |
And i hear them singing along | |
We're all gonna be here forever | |
So mama don't you make such a stir | |
Just put down that camera | |
And come on and join up | |
The last of the family reserve |
zuò cí : Lovett | |
When i saw the ambulance | |
Screaming down main street | |
I didn' t give it a thought | |
But it was my uncle eugene | |
He died on october the second 1981 | |
And my uncle wilbert | |
They all called him skinner | |
They said for his younger ways | |
He' d get drunk in the morning | |
And show me the rolls of fifties and hundreds | |
He kept in the glove box of his old gray impala | |
And we' re all gonna be here forever | |
So mama don' t you make such a stir | |
Now put down that camera | |
And come on and join up | |
The last of the family reserve | |
Now my second cousin | |
His name was callaway | |
He died when he' d barely turned two | |
It was peanut butter and jelly that did it | |
The help she didn' t know what to do | |
She just stood there and watched him turn blue | |
And we' re all gonna be here forever | |
So mama don' t you make such a stir | |
Just put down that camera | |
And come on and join up | |
The last of the family reserve | |
And my friend brian temple | |
He thought he could make it | |
So from the third story he jumped | |
He missed the swimming pool | |
Only by inches | |
And everyone said he was drunk | |
Now there was great uncle julius | |
And aunt annie mueller | |
And mary and granddaddy paul | |
And there was hanna and ella | |
And alvin and alec | |
He owned his own funeral hall | |
And there are more i remember | |
And more i could mention | |
Than words i could write in a song | |
But i feel them watching | |
And i see them laughing | |
And i hear them singing along | |
We' re all gonna be here forever | |
So mama don' t you make such a stir | |
Just put down that camera | |
And come on and join up | |
The last of the family reserve |