The Skeleton and the Tailor Lyrics
| Song | The Skeleton and the Tailor |
| Artist | The Real McKenzies |
| Album | Shine Not Burn |
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| 作曲 : Boland, McKenzie, Robertson | |
| there once was a wee laddie-o who lived not so very long ago | |
| who had a brother with a heart of gold, they soon grew into men | |
| the younger had never walked, because of this he never had | |
| the brighter view and attitude, curse to live in a wheelie chair | |
| days went by, the story goes, they got the gift for making clothes | |
| shirts and britches, coats and socks, bluses, kilts and hats and socks | |
| one day after closing shop his brother wheeled him for a drop | |
| down at the pub when the locals drink, speaking in low tones | |
| tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes | |
| tailor, tailor, don't believe in things that walk at night | |
| well he sat there sipping, mended clothes | |
| listening to those who'd never spent the night | |
| beside the stone and graves on haunted hill | |
| he said "Roll me up, we'll make a bet, i'll spend the night all by myself | |
| to prove there ain't no ghosts that haunt the stones on graveyard hill" | |
| tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes | |
| tailor, tailor, don't believe in things that walk at night | |
| believe in things that haunt the moonlight | |
| well he sat there in the moonlight, he sat there mending clothes | |
| he was shocked to see a big skeleton standing in the graveyard 10 feet tall | |
| he tried to kill the tailor, but he glanced him smashing stones | |
| he took his flight for his life and walked around for evermore | |
| tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes | |
| tailor, tailor, don't believe in things that walk at night | |
| believe in things that haunt the moonlight |
| zuo qu : Boland, McKenzie, Robertson | |
| there once was a wee laddieo who lived not so very long ago | |
| who had a brother with a heart of gold, they soon grew into men | |
| the younger had never walked, because of this he never had | |
| the brighter view and attitude, curse to live in a wheelie chair | |
| days went by, the story goes, they got the gift for making clothes | |
| shirts and britches, coats and socks, bluses, kilts and hats and socks | |
| one day after closing shop his brother wheeled him for a drop | |
| down at the pub when the locals drink, speaking in low tones | |
| tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes | |
| tailor, tailor, don' t believe in things that walk at night | |
| well he sat there sipping, mended clothes | |
| listening to those who' d never spent the night | |
| beside the stone and graves on haunted hill | |
| he said " Roll me up, we' ll make a bet, i' ll spend the night all by myself | |
| to prove there ain' t no ghosts that haunt the stones on graveyard hill" | |
| tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes | |
| tailor, tailor, don' t believe in things that walk at night | |
| believe in things that haunt the moonlight | |
| well he sat there in the moonlight, he sat there mending clothes | |
| he was shocked to see a big skeleton standing in the graveyard 10 feet tall | |
| he tried to kill the tailor, but he glanced him smashing stones | |
| he took his flight for his life and walked around for evermore | |
| tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes | |
| tailor, tailor, don' t believe in things that walk at night | |
| believe in things that haunt the moonlight |
| zuò qǔ : Boland, McKenzie, Robertson | |
| there once was a wee laddieo who lived not so very long ago | |
| who had a brother with a heart of gold, they soon grew into men | |
| the younger had never walked, because of this he never had | |
| the brighter view and attitude, curse to live in a wheelie chair | |
| days went by, the story goes, they got the gift for making clothes | |
| shirts and britches, coats and socks, bluses, kilts and hats and socks | |
| one day after closing shop his brother wheeled him for a drop | |
| down at the pub when the locals drink, speaking in low tones | |
| tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes | |
| tailor, tailor, don' t believe in things that walk at night | |
| well he sat there sipping, mended clothes | |
| listening to those who' d never spent the night | |
| beside the stone and graves on haunted hill | |
| he said " Roll me up, we' ll make a bet, i' ll spend the night all by myself | |
| to prove there ain' t no ghosts that haunt the stones on graveyard hill" | |
| tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes | |
| tailor, tailor, don' t believe in things that walk at night | |
| believe in things that haunt the moonlight | |
| well he sat there in the moonlight, he sat there mending clothes | |
| he was shocked to see a big skeleton standing in the graveyard 10 feet tall | |
| he tried to kill the tailor, but he glanced him smashing stones | |
| he took his flight for his life and walked around for evermore | |
| tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes | |
| tailor, tailor, don' t believe in things that walk at night | |
| believe in things that haunt the moonlight |
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