Song | Canyon Joe |
Artist | Joe Purdy |
Album | Canyon Joe |
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作曲 : Purdy | |
Well I live in the canyon | |
Where the old coyotes howl | |
And they come down from the mountains when the dogs begin to growl | |
And they meet up in the darkness where they fight until the death | |
When the morning sun is rising I will bury who they left | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
And I stay in the cabin | |
Where I work my hands to bleed | |
Swing the hammer to the nail | |
And I swing the axe onto the tree | |
And I once cleared these woods | |
-yeah there used to be a path | |
And now the trees have overgrown just to prove that nothing lasts | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
The old man went crazy | |
He lives high up on the ridge | |
He used to tell me all the stories of the church house and the bridge | |
But the bridge, she washed away your sin | |
The church house- it got burned | |
'Cause this world has gone angry and some people never learn | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
And I once loved a woman | |
Yes and Georgia was her name | |
We met out in the foothills of the Ozark Mountain Range | |
We saw the world together | |
Least the parts that we love most | |
She still comes to me in dreams | |
I am still haunted with her ghost | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
And all my thoughts are heavy | |
My beard, it has grown long | |
And I search the face of six-strings for an old familiar song | |
But the chords, they all sound foreign like the places that I've been | |
So I close my eyes to sleep | |
Tomorrow I will try again | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
Oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
Singing oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe |
zuo qu : Purdy | |
Well I live in the canyon | |
Where the old coyotes howl | |
And they come down from the mountains when the dogs begin to growl | |
And they meet up in the darkness where they fight until the death | |
When the morning sun is rising I will bury who they left | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
And I stay in the cabin | |
Where I work my hands to bleed | |
Swing the hammer to the nail | |
And I swing the axe onto the tree | |
And I once cleared these woods | |
yeah there used to be a path | |
And now the trees have overgrown just to prove that nothing lasts | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
The old man went crazy | |
He lives high up on the ridge | |
He used to tell me all the stories of the church house and the bridge | |
But the bridge, she washed away your sin | |
The church house it got burned | |
' Cause this world has gone angry and some people never learn | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
And I once loved a woman | |
Yes and Georgia was her name | |
We met out in the foothills of the Ozark Mountain Range | |
We saw the world together | |
Least the parts that we love most | |
She still comes to me in dreams | |
I am still haunted with her ghost | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
And all my thoughts are heavy | |
My beard, it has grown long | |
And I search the face of sixstrings for an old familiar song | |
But the chords, they all sound foreign like the places that I' ve been | |
So I close my eyes to sleep | |
Tomorrow I will try again | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
Oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
Singing oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe |
zuò qǔ : Purdy | |
Well I live in the canyon | |
Where the old coyotes howl | |
And they come down from the mountains when the dogs begin to growl | |
And they meet up in the darkness where they fight until the death | |
When the morning sun is rising I will bury who they left | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
And I stay in the cabin | |
Where I work my hands to bleed | |
Swing the hammer to the nail | |
And I swing the axe onto the tree | |
And I once cleared these woods | |
yeah there used to be a path | |
And now the trees have overgrown just to prove that nothing lasts | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
The old man went crazy | |
He lives high up on the ridge | |
He used to tell me all the stories of the church house and the bridge | |
But the bridge, she washed away your sin | |
The church house it got burned | |
' Cause this world has gone angry and some people never learn | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
And I once loved a woman | |
Yes and Georgia was her name | |
We met out in the foothills of the Ozark Mountain Range | |
We saw the world together | |
Least the parts that we love most | |
She still comes to me in dreams | |
I am still haunted with her ghost | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
And all my thoughts are heavy | |
My beard, it has grown long | |
And I search the face of sixstrings for an old familiar song | |
But the chords, they all sound foreign like the places that I' ve been | |
So I close my eyes to sleep | |
Tomorrow I will try again | |
And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
Oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
Singing oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe |