Song | Billy, Boney and Ma |
Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
Album | No Deeper Blue |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Well, billy went down to the battleground | |
To find a little trinket he could call his own | |
Didn't see nothin' lying around | |
He decided he'd dig awhile | |
Well he dug her up and he dug her down | |
'fore too long he found some bones | |
Poor little billy couldn't make a sound | |
When the bones sat up and smiled | |
Oh billy you seem like a fine young man | |
No reason to be a tremblin' soul | |
Come over here and shake my hand | |
Make my proud acquaintance | |
Well billy he was stunned he could hardly stand | |
Whether he could move he didn't know | |
But he knew he had to formulate some kinda plan | |
Or try the boneman's patience | |
The first thing he wanted to do was breathe | |
So he gulped in some of that battleground air | |
Next thing he wanted to do was leave | |
But billy wasn't raised up rude | |
Well the boneman grunted and he gave a heave | |
All of a sudden he was loomin' there | |
Shakin off dirt and actin pleased | |
Things didn't look too good | |
Well billy decided what the hell | |
You don't meet a boneman every day | |
A little bit skinny but you never can tell | |
He might be a pretty good guy | |
Well they started off with the old soft sell | |
'fore too long they were jawin' away | |
By the time the darkness fell | |
They were seein' socket to eye | |
They decided right then on a life of crime | |
With the boneman's looks and billy's brains | |
They could scare old scrooge out of his last dime | |
Might as well have a go | |
Billy he would picked the place and time | |
From the corner store to the railroad train | |
Boney'd flash him a smile sublime | |
And billy he'd grab the dough | |
They decided they might as well start right then | |
Time's awastin' so they say | |
They headed for the park | |
Where the lights are dim | |
And only the foolish tread | |
He was whistlin' a tune | |
When they spotted him strollin' along | |
So plump and gay | |
Boney gave him a great big grin | |
And billy snagged his bread | |
Next come a lady of the night | |
Boney saddled up and said hello | |
Gave the poor thing such a terrible fright | |
She fainted dead away | |
Billy lifted her purse and her earrings bright | |
Diamond rings and watch you know | |
Couldn't figure out try as they might | |
Why they'd ever worked a single day | |
Billy's plans ended up in ruin you know | |
They were workin' a quaint little neighborhood | |
Spied an old lady about eighty or so | |
Almost looked too easy | |
Boney put on a pretty good show | |
The little ol' lady didn't see too good | |
My kind sir your all bones you know | |
You need something hot and greasy | |
Grabbed ol' boney drug him inside | |
Billy peeked in through the window sill | |
She fed him boiled and baked and fried | |
Ol' boney he's chewin like crazy | |
He gobbled up everything he tried | |
Pounds added on like you know they will | |
Billy laid down in the dirt and cried | |
Watchin boney gettin fat and lazy | |
Well billy's back workin his job by day | |
Sleep'n nights it ain't so bad | |
Never liked stealin anyway | |
Kinda gives a guy the willies | |
Boney and ma got a new cafe | |
Best baked beans you ever had | |
Ma's expecting any day | |
And they say they're gonna name him billy |
zuo ci : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Well, billy went down to the battleground | |
To find a little trinket he could call his own | |
Didn' t see nothin' lying around | |
He decided he' d dig awhile | |
Well he dug her up and he dug her down | |
' fore too long he found some bones | |
Poor little billy couldn' t make a sound | |
When the bones sat up and smiled | |
Oh billy you seem like a fine young man | |
No reason to be a tremblin' soul | |
Come over here and shake my hand | |
Make my proud acquaintance | |
Well billy he was stunned he could hardly stand | |
Whether he could move he didn' t know | |
But he knew he had to formulate some kinda plan | |
Or try the boneman' s patience | |
The first thing he wanted to do was breathe | |
So he gulped in some of that battleground air | |
Next thing he wanted to do was leave | |
But billy wasn' t raised up rude | |
Well the boneman grunted and he gave a heave | |
All of a sudden he was loomin' there | |
Shakin off dirt and actin pleased | |
Things didn' t look too good | |
Well billy decided what the hell | |
You don' t meet a boneman every day | |
A little bit skinny but you never can tell | |
He might be a pretty good guy | |
Well they started off with the old soft sell | |
' fore too long they were jawin' away | |
By the time the darkness fell | |
They were seein' socket to eye | |
They decided right then on a life of crime | |
With the boneman' s looks and billy' s brains | |
They could scare old scrooge out of his last dime | |
Might as well have a go | |
Billy he would picked the place and time | |
From the corner store to the railroad train | |
Boney' d flash him a smile sublime | |
And billy he' d grab the dough | |
They decided they might as well start right then | |
Time' s awastin' so they say | |
They headed for the park | |
Where the lights are dim | |
And only the foolish tread | |
He was whistlin' a tune | |
When they spotted him strollin' along | |
So plump and gay | |
Boney gave him a great big grin | |
And billy snagged his bread | |
Next come a lady of the night | |
Boney saddled up and said hello | |
Gave the poor thing such a terrible fright | |
She fainted dead away | |
Billy lifted her purse and her earrings bright | |
Diamond rings and watch you know | |
Couldn' t figure out try as they might | |
Why they' d ever worked a single day | |
Billy' s plans ended up in ruin you know | |
They were workin' a quaint little neighborhood | |
Spied an old lady about eighty or so | |
Almost looked too easy | |
Boney put on a pretty good show | |
The little ol' lady didn' t see too good | |
My kind sir your all bones you know | |
You need something hot and greasy | |
Grabbed ol' boney drug him inside | |
Billy peeked in through the window sill | |
She fed him boiled and baked and fried | |
Ol' boney he' s chewin like crazy | |
He gobbled up everything he tried | |
Pounds added on like you know they will | |
Billy laid down in the dirt and cried | |
Watchin boney gettin fat and lazy | |
Well billy' s back workin his job by day | |
Sleep' n nights it ain' t so bad | |
Never liked stealin anyway | |
Kinda gives a guy the willies | |
Boney and ma got a new cafe | |
Best baked beans you ever had | |
Ma' s expecting any day | |
And they say they' re gonna name him billy |
zuò cí : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Well, billy went down to the battleground | |
To find a little trinket he could call his own | |
Didn' t see nothin' lying around | |
He decided he' d dig awhile | |
Well he dug her up and he dug her down | |
' fore too long he found some bones | |
Poor little billy couldn' t make a sound | |
When the bones sat up and smiled | |
Oh billy you seem like a fine young man | |
No reason to be a tremblin' soul | |
Come over here and shake my hand | |
Make my proud acquaintance | |
Well billy he was stunned he could hardly stand | |
Whether he could move he didn' t know | |
But he knew he had to formulate some kinda plan | |
Or try the boneman' s patience | |
The first thing he wanted to do was breathe | |
So he gulped in some of that battleground air | |
Next thing he wanted to do was leave | |
But billy wasn' t raised up rude | |
Well the boneman grunted and he gave a heave | |
All of a sudden he was loomin' there | |
Shakin off dirt and actin pleased | |
Things didn' t look too good | |
Well billy decided what the hell | |
You don' t meet a boneman every day | |
A little bit skinny but you never can tell | |
He might be a pretty good guy | |
Well they started off with the old soft sell | |
' fore too long they were jawin' away | |
By the time the darkness fell | |
They were seein' socket to eye | |
They decided right then on a life of crime | |
With the boneman' s looks and billy' s brains | |
They could scare old scrooge out of his last dime | |
Might as well have a go | |
Billy he would picked the place and time | |
From the corner store to the railroad train | |
Boney' d flash him a smile sublime | |
And billy he' d grab the dough | |
They decided they might as well start right then | |
Time' s awastin' so they say | |
They headed for the park | |
Where the lights are dim | |
And only the foolish tread | |
He was whistlin' a tune | |
When they spotted him strollin' along | |
So plump and gay | |
Boney gave him a great big grin | |
And billy snagged his bread | |
Next come a lady of the night | |
Boney saddled up and said hello | |
Gave the poor thing such a terrible fright | |
She fainted dead away | |
Billy lifted her purse and her earrings bright | |
Diamond rings and watch you know | |
Couldn' t figure out try as they might | |
Why they' d ever worked a single day | |
Billy' s plans ended up in ruin you know | |
They were workin' a quaint little neighborhood | |
Spied an old lady about eighty or so | |
Almost looked too easy | |
Boney put on a pretty good show | |
The little ol' lady didn' t see too good | |
My kind sir your all bones you know | |
You need something hot and greasy | |
Grabbed ol' boney drug him inside | |
Billy peeked in through the window sill | |
She fed him boiled and baked and fried | |
Ol' boney he' s chewin like crazy | |
He gobbled up everything he tried | |
Pounds added on like you know they will | |
Billy laid down in the dirt and cried | |
Watchin boney gettin fat and lazy | |
Well billy' s back workin his job by day | |
Sleep' n nights it ain' t so bad | |
Never liked stealin anyway | |
Kinda gives a guy the willies | |
Boney and ma got a new cafe | |
Best baked beans you ever had | |
Ma' s expecting any day | |
And they say they' re gonna name him billy |