[00:00.00] 作词 : Buck, Merchant
[00:09.33]Hey Jack Kerouac,
[00:12.98]I think of you mother and all the tears she cried
[00:19.89]She would cry for none other
[00:24.73]than her little boy lost in a little world that hated
[00:31.70]and that dared to drag him down
[00:35.70]Her little boy courageous
[00:39.94]who chose his words from mouths
[00:43.24]of babes got lost in the wood.
[00:47.83]Hip-flash slinging madmen,
[00:51.23]steaming cafe flirts,
[00:54.97]they all spoke through you.
[00:59.18]Hey Jack, now for the tricky part,
[01:04.56]when you were the brightest star
[01:09.16]who were the shadows?
[01:13.00]Of the San Francisco beat boys
[01:16.25]you were the favourite.
[01:20.50]Now they sit and rattle their bones
[01:23.96]and think of their blood stoned days
[01:27.83]You chose your words from mouths of
[01:31.98]babes got lost in the world.
[01:35.77]The hip-flask slinging madmen
[01:39.52]steaming cafe flirts,
[01:43.21]in Chinatown, howling at night
[02:02.82]Allen baby, why so jaded?
[02:10.57]Have the boys all grown up
[02:13.78]and their beauty faded?
[02:18.43]Billy, what a saint they made you
[02:24.72]You‘re just like Mary down in Mexico On All Souls' Day.
[02:33.27]You chose your words from mouths of
[02:37.22]babes lost in the world
[02:40.67]The cool junk booting madmen,
[02:44.86]street minded girls in Harlem, howling at night.
[03:06.90]What a tear stained shock of the world
[03:13.31]you've gone away without saying goodbye.