Song | The Barfly |
Artist | Enter the Haggis |
Album | Soapbox Heroes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
I met an old man one night in a bar | |
He was sitting alone | |
The way men his age always are | |
His movements were slow | |
Didn't speak very well | |
But every old man has a story to tell | |
He lived by the book | |
Went to church every day | |
But his wife left him young | |
With two daughters and bills to pay | |
He worked himself hard | |
And the years flickered past | |
His girls kept him young | |
But they grew up so fast | |
Prodigal faith always felt second best | |
When she turned seventeen | |
She took her coat and her camera | |
And headed west | |
It broke her dad's heart | |
But as he likes to say | |
With enough time apart | |
Even faith fades away | |
Jenny met | |
Ray in his last days ashore | |
They married in | |
May And that | |
August he joined the war | |
He said Jenny don't cry | |
I'll be home in the fall | |
So she held her head high | |
And said nothing at all | |
Then he got in a plane | |
Took it up in the air | |
It never came down | |
For all she knows it's stlil | |
Flying around up there | |
Then Jenny went wrong | |
And the last that | |
I heard It's been seven years long | |
Since she uttered a word | |
Seven years gone | |
Since she uttered a word | |
Now her father just sits | |
All alone at the bar | |
He orders his drinks | |
And smokes cigarettes | |
He knows he can't afford | |
He's got no regrets | |
Says he's doing quite well | |
But every old man | |
Has a story to tell |
zuo qu : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
I met an old man one night in a bar | |
He was sitting alone | |
The way men his age always are | |
His movements were slow | |
Didn' t speak very well | |
But every old man has a story to tell | |
He lived by the book | |
Went to church every day | |
But his wife left him young | |
With two daughters and bills to pay | |
He worked himself hard | |
And the years flickered past | |
His girls kept him young | |
But they grew up so fast | |
Prodigal faith always felt second best | |
When she turned seventeen | |
She took her coat and her camera | |
And headed west | |
It broke her dad' s heart | |
But as he likes to say | |
With enough time apart | |
Even faith fades away | |
Jenny met | |
Ray in his last days ashore | |
They married in | |
May And that | |
August he joined the war | |
He said Jenny don' t cry | |
I' ll be home in the fall | |
So she held her head high | |
And said nothing at all | |
Then he got in a plane | |
Took it up in the air | |
It never came down | |
For all she knows it' s stlil | |
Flying around up there | |
Then Jenny went wrong | |
And the last that | |
I heard It' s been seven years long | |
Since she uttered a word | |
Seven years gone | |
Since she uttered a word | |
Now her father just sits | |
All alone at the bar | |
He orders his drinks | |
And smokes cigarettes | |
He knows he can' t afford | |
He' s got no regrets | |
Says he' s doing quite well | |
But every old man | |
Has a story to tell |
zuò qǔ : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
I met an old man one night in a bar | |
He was sitting alone | |
The way men his age always are | |
His movements were slow | |
Didn' t speak very well | |
But every old man has a story to tell | |
He lived by the book | |
Went to church every day | |
But his wife left him young | |
With two daughters and bills to pay | |
He worked himself hard | |
And the years flickered past | |
His girls kept him young | |
But they grew up so fast | |
Prodigal faith always felt second best | |
When she turned seventeen | |
She took her coat and her camera | |
And headed west | |
It broke her dad' s heart | |
But as he likes to say | |
With enough time apart | |
Even faith fades away | |
Jenny met | |
Ray in his last days ashore | |
They married in | |
May And that | |
August he joined the war | |
He said Jenny don' t cry | |
I' ll be home in the fall | |
So she held her head high | |
And said nothing at all | |
Then he got in a plane | |
Took it up in the air | |
It never came down | |
For all she knows it' s stlil | |
Flying around up there | |
Then Jenny went wrong | |
And the last that | |
I heard It' s been seven years long | |
Since she uttered a word | |
Seven years gone | |
Since she uttered a word | |
Now her father just sits | |
All alone at the bar | |
He orders his drinks | |
And smokes cigarettes | |
He knows he can' t afford | |
He' s got no regrets | |
Says he' s doing quite well | |
But every old man | |
Has a story to tell |