| Song | We Can Talk |
| Artist | The Band |
| Album | A Musical History |
| 作词 : Manuel | |
| We can talk about it now | |
| It's that same old riddle, only starts from the middle | |
| I'd fix it but I don't know how | |
| Well, we could try to reason, but you might think it's treason | |
| One voice for all | |
| Echoing (echoing) echoing along the hall | |
| Don't give up on father's clock | |
| We can talk about it now | |
| Come, let me show you how | |
| To keep the wheels turnin' you got to keep the engine churnin' | |
| Well, did ya ever milk a cow? (Milk a cow?) | |
| Well, I had the chance one day but I was all dressed up for Sunday! | |
| Everybody, everywhere: | |
| Do you really care? | |
| Well, then pick up your heads and walk | |
| We can talk about it now | |
| It seems to me we've been holding something | |
| Underneath our tongues | |
| I'm afraid if you ever got a pat on the back | |
| It would likely burst your lungs | |
| Whoa, stop me, if I should sound kinda | |
| Down in the mouth | |
| But I'd rather be burned in Canada | |
| Than to freeze here in the South! | |
| Pulling that eternal plough | |
| We got to find a sharper blade, or have a new one made | |
| Rest awhile and cool your brow | |
| Don't ya see, there's no need to slave, the whip is in the grave | |
| No salt, no trance | |
| It's safe now (you know it's safe) to take a backward glance | |
| Because the grains have turned to chow! | |
| We can talk about it now, | |
| We can talk about it now |
| zuò cí : Manuel | |
| We can talk about it now | |
| It' s that same old riddle, only starts from the middle | |
| I' d fix it but I don' t know how | |
| Well, we could try to reason, but you might think it' s treason | |
| One voice for all | |
| Echoing echoing echoing along the hall | |
| Don' t give up on father' s clock | |
| We can talk about it now | |
| Come, let me show you how | |
| To keep the wheels turnin' you got to keep the engine churnin' | |
| Well, did ya ever milk a cow? Milk a cow? | |
| Well, I had the chance one day but I was all dressed up for Sunday! | |
| Everybody, everywhere: | |
| Do you really care? | |
| Well, then pick up your heads and walk | |
| We can talk about it now | |
| It seems to me we' ve been holding something | |
| Underneath our tongues | |
| I' m afraid if you ever got a pat on the back | |
| It would likely burst your lungs | |
| Whoa, stop me, if I should sound kinda | |
| Down in the mouth | |
| But I' d rather be burned in Canada | |
| Than to freeze here in the South! | |
| Pulling that eternal plough | |
| We got to find a sharper blade, or have a new one made | |
| Rest awhile and cool your brow | |
| Don' t ya see, there' s no need to slave, the whip is in the grave | |
| No salt, no trance | |
| It' s safe now you know it' s safe to take a backward glance | |
| Because the grains have turned to chow! | |
| We can talk about it now, | |
| We can talk about it now |