Song | Boss Jack |
Artist | Johnny Cash |
Album | The Real...Johnny Cash: The Ultimate Johnny Cash Collection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ritter | |
Pick a lot o'cotton, drag a long sack | |
Comin' across the field, well, | |
I see Boss | |
JackHe's a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan | |
When you know that horse, you'll leave him alone | |
The ole roan's got green in his eyes | |
Mean as the devil and twice as wise | |
A fire in his nose and a bow in his back | |
Can't nobody ride him but | |
Boss JackCome on children, bend your back | |
Work a little faster, fill your sack | |
Then you hitch up the wagon, take it to the gin | |
Finish pickin' before the winter sets in | |
Now here while back, when the crop was laid by | |
Remember who took us on a big fish fry? | |
Caught a heap of catfish, goggle eye and carp | |
Dashed and sang to the guitar and the harp | |
Well, someday old | |
Boss Jack is gonna set us all free | |
Gabriel gonna blow for you and me | |
Angels gonna bring that chariot from above floppin' | |
Their wings like a turtle dove, come on children |
zuo ci : Ritter | |
Pick a lot o' cotton, drag a long sack | |
Comin' across the field, well, | |
I see Boss | |
JackHe' s a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan | |
When you know that horse, you' ll leave him alone | |
The ole roan' s got green in his eyes | |
Mean as the devil and twice as wise | |
A fire in his nose and a bow in his back | |
Can' t nobody ride him but | |
Boss JackCome on children, bend your back | |
Work a little faster, fill your sack | |
Then you hitch up the wagon, take it to the gin | |
Finish pickin' before the winter sets in | |
Now here while back, when the crop was laid by | |
Remember who took us on a big fish fry? | |
Caught a heap of catfish, goggle eye and carp | |
Dashed and sang to the guitar and the harp | |
Well, someday old | |
Boss Jack is gonna set us all free | |
Gabriel gonna blow for you and me | |
Angels gonna bring that chariot from above floppin' | |
Their wings like a turtle dove, come on children |
zuò cí : Ritter | |
Pick a lot o' cotton, drag a long sack | |
Comin' across the field, well, | |
I see Boss | |
JackHe' s a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan | |
When you know that horse, you' ll leave him alone | |
The ole roan' s got green in his eyes | |
Mean as the devil and twice as wise | |
A fire in his nose and a bow in his back | |
Can' t nobody ride him but | |
Boss JackCome on children, bend your back | |
Work a little faster, fill your sack | |
Then you hitch up the wagon, take it to the gin | |
Finish pickin' before the winter sets in | |
Now here while back, when the crop was laid by | |
Remember who took us on a big fish fry? | |
Caught a heap of catfish, goggle eye and carp | |
Dashed and sang to the guitar and the harp | |
Well, someday old | |
Boss Jack is gonna set us all free | |
Gabriel gonna blow for you and me | |
Angels gonna bring that chariot from above floppin' | |
Their wings like a turtle dove, come on children |