Song | My Washington Woman |
Artist | Kenny Rogers |
Album | Calico Silver |
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作词 : Frazier, Owens | |
The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enough | |
From time to time the nickel race keeps him from giving up | |
The blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared street | |
But there was food on the table for my Washington woman and me | |
The work slowed down and then one day the foreman laid me off | |
That night in a tavern down to my last dime I met a girl from Arkansas | |
Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock, she had a mansion on white collared street | |
The next morning my Washington woman woke up without me | |
From city to city and state to state I grew heavier with shame | |
My Washington woman had six months left before our child would bring her pain | |
My Arkansas woman hurt me as we crossed the Arkansas line | |
But the arms of Seattle were the arms that kept huggin' my mind | |
For years I've basked in expensive wines, taste cheaper every day | |
I gave up all the things I loved for all these things I hate | |
And locked up all of her forgiveness the day I set myself free | |
And the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for me | |
My Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a while | |
Inside a folded wordless page is a picture of my child | |
All at once the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousy | |
And there's a silence between my Arkansas woman and me |
zuo ci : Frazier, Owens | |
The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enough | |
From time to time the nickel race keeps him from giving up | |
The blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared street | |
But there was food on the table for my Washington woman and me | |
The work slowed down and then one day the foreman laid me off | |
That night in a tavern down to my last dime I met a girl from Arkansas | |
Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock, she had a mansion on white collared street | |
The next morning my Washington woman woke up without me | |
From city to city and state to state I grew heavier with shame | |
My Washington woman had six months left before our child would bring her pain | |
My Arkansas woman hurt me as we crossed the Arkansas line | |
But the arms of Seattle were the arms that kept huggin' my mind | |
For years I' ve basked in expensive wines, taste cheaper every day | |
I gave up all the things I loved for all these things I hate | |
And locked up all of her forgiveness the day I set myself free | |
And the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for me | |
My Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a while | |
Inside a folded wordless page is a picture of my child | |
All at once the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousy | |
And there' s a silence between my Arkansas woman and me |
zuò cí : Frazier, Owens | |
The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enough | |
From time to time the nickel race keeps him from giving up | |
The blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared street | |
But there was food on the table for my Washington woman and me | |
The work slowed down and then one day the foreman laid me off | |
That night in a tavern down to my last dime I met a girl from Arkansas | |
Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock, she had a mansion on white collared street | |
The next morning my Washington woman woke up without me | |
From city to city and state to state I grew heavier with shame | |
My Washington woman had six months left before our child would bring her pain | |
My Arkansas woman hurt me as we crossed the Arkansas line | |
But the arms of Seattle were the arms that kept huggin' my mind | |
For years I' ve basked in expensive wines, taste cheaper every day | |
I gave up all the things I loved for all these things I hate | |
And locked up all of her forgiveness the day I set myself free | |
And the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for me | |
My Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a while | |
Inside a folded wordless page is a picture of my child | |
All at once the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousy | |
And there' s a silence between my Arkansas woman and me |