Song | Big Mouth Blues |
Artist | Gram Parsons |
Album | The Complete Reprise Sessions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Parsons | |
Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut | |
And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't | |
keep my big, big mouth shut | |
So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving | |
When any ole day I might be even | |
And Lord knows that New York City's got | |
a lot to do with it | |
I wish someday I could find the way | |
to get it out of my grain | |
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down | |
and I don't want to go with it | |
Well I wish there was a way that | |
I knew to get even | |
A way to get a lick in | |
A 'bobbin' and a 'weavin' | |
Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin' | |
You can do on a train | |
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
the world twice | |
He would have made it three but he took | |
a lot of bad advice | |
So you just tell me what's the sense of me | |
sittin' here leavin' | |
When any ole day I might get even | |
And Lord knows New York City's got | |
alot to do with it | |
I wish someday I could find a way to get it out | |
of my brain | |
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down | |
and I don't want to go with it | |
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even, | |
way to get a lick in | |
A 'bobbin' and a'weavin' | |
Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin' | |
You can do on a train | |
Oh, yes! | |
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
the world twice | |
But his motor cooled down and now he's | |
deliverin' ice | |
Tell me what's the sense of him | |
sittin' here leavin' | |
When any ole day he might get even | |
And Lord knows New York City's got | |
a lot to do with it | |
I wish someday he could find a way to get it out | |
of his brain | |
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down | |
and I don't want to go with it | |
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even | |
Way to get a lick in | |
A 'bobbin and a'weavin' | |
And all the things besides goin' and a'leavin' | |
You can do on a train | |
Oh, yeah |
zuo ci : Parsons | |
Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut | |
And they called me a man ' cause I couldn' t | |
keep my big, big mouth shut | |
So what' s the sense of me sitting here leaving | |
When any ole day I might be even | |
And Lord knows that New York City' s got | |
a lot to do with it | |
I wish someday I could find the way | |
to get it out of my grain | |
This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
and I don' t want to go with it | |
Well I wish there was a way that | |
I knew to get even | |
A way to get a lick in | |
A ' bobbin' and a ' weavin' | |
Any ole thing besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
You can do on a train | |
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
the world twice | |
He would have made it three but he took | |
a lot of bad advice | |
So you just tell me what' s the sense of me | |
sittin' here leavin' | |
When any ole day I might get even | |
And Lord knows New York City' s got | |
alot to do with it | |
I wish someday I could find a way to get it out | |
of my brain | |
This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
and I don' t want to go with it | |
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even, | |
way to get a lick in | |
A ' bobbin' and a' weavin' | |
Any ole thing besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
You can do on a train | |
Oh, yes! | |
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
the world twice | |
But his motor cooled down and now he' s | |
deliverin' ice | |
Tell me what' s the sense of him | |
sittin' here leavin' | |
When any ole day he might get even | |
And Lord knows New York City' s got | |
a lot to do with it | |
I wish someday he could find a way to get it out | |
of his brain | |
This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
and I don' t want to go with it | |
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even | |
Way to get a lick in | |
A ' bobbin and a' weavin' | |
And all the things besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
You can do on a train | |
Oh, yeah |
zuò cí : Parsons | |
Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut | |
And they called me a man ' cause I couldn' t | |
keep my big, big mouth shut | |
So what' s the sense of me sitting here leaving | |
When any ole day I might be even | |
And Lord knows that New York City' s got | |
a lot to do with it | |
I wish someday I could find the way | |
to get it out of my grain | |
This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
and I don' t want to go with it | |
Well I wish there was a way that | |
I knew to get even | |
A way to get a lick in | |
A ' bobbin' and a ' weavin' | |
Any ole thing besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
You can do on a train | |
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
the world twice | |
He would have made it three but he took | |
a lot of bad advice | |
So you just tell me what' s the sense of me | |
sittin' here leavin' | |
When any ole day I might get even | |
And Lord knows New York City' s got | |
alot to do with it | |
I wish someday I could find a way to get it out | |
of my brain | |
This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
and I don' t want to go with it | |
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even, | |
way to get a lick in | |
A ' bobbin' and a' weavin' | |
Any ole thing besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
You can do on a train | |
Oh, yes! | |
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
the world twice | |
But his motor cooled down and now he' s | |
deliverin' ice | |
Tell me what' s the sense of him | |
sittin' here leavin' | |
When any ole day he might get even | |
And Lord knows New York City' s got | |
a lot to do with it | |
I wish someday he could find a way to get it out | |
of his brain | |
This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
and I don' t want to go with it | |
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even | |
Way to get a lick in | |
A ' bobbin and a' weavin' | |
And all the things besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
You can do on a train | |
Oh, yeah |