Song | Ship of Gold |
Artist | Clutch |
Album | Full Fathom Five: Audio Field Recordings 2007-2008 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Clutch | |
Tin shacks and catfish bones | |
Been about all | |
I've ever known | |
The Junebugs rattle and roll | |
Around the old maypole | |
Thunder and lightning | |
Oh, see the catfish are biting | |
I took a riverboat downstream | |
I think you know what | |
I meanThe chicken hawks, they are gathering | |
Above my head, they are circling | |
Old friends coming out visiting | |
Say, "Hi" and talk about collecting | |
Stray dogs won't come near me | |
Was blind, now | |
I see clearly | |
Believe I'm fixing to die | |
When you're living in the country it's, "Why, oh why?" | |
Oh, I'm sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Oh, I'm sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Look over yonder there | |
On the farther shore | |
On the farther shore | |
Look over yonder there | |
I see a ship of gold | |
I see a ship of gold | |
Beyond that mountain there | |
I see a city on the hill | |
Its gates are open wide | |
I hear the ringing bells | |
Look over yonder there | |
On toward the burying ground | |
Poor boy is all afire | |
Poor boy is dead and gone | |
Poor boy is dead and gone | |
One of these days the ship of gold | |
Will carry me to my reward | |
Out of this world it will take me | |
To hear the horns of | |
JubileePig fat and old pork rinds | |
Ain't enough to keep a man alive | |
The bullfrog sleeps all day | |
Come night, he has his say | |
Believe I'm fixing to die | |
Believe I'll take my rest | |
Believe I'm fixing to die | |
Believe I'll take my rest | |
Oh, I'm sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Oh, I'm sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh |
zuo ci : Clutch | |
Tin shacks and catfish bones | |
Been about all | |
I' ve ever known | |
The Junebugs rattle and roll | |
Around the old maypole | |
Thunder and lightning | |
Oh, see the catfish are biting | |
I took a riverboat downstream | |
I think you know what | |
I meanThe chicken hawks, they are gathering | |
Above my head, they are circling | |
Old friends coming out visiting | |
Say, " Hi" and talk about collecting | |
Stray dogs won' t come near me | |
Was blind, now | |
I see clearly | |
Believe I' m fixing to die | |
When you' re living in the country it' s, " Why, oh why?" | |
Oh, I' m sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Oh, I' m sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Look over yonder there | |
On the farther shore | |
On the farther shore | |
Look over yonder there | |
I see a ship of gold | |
I see a ship of gold | |
Beyond that mountain there | |
I see a city on the hill | |
Its gates are open wide | |
I hear the ringing bells | |
Look over yonder there | |
On toward the burying ground | |
Poor boy is all afire | |
Poor boy is dead and gone | |
Poor boy is dead and gone | |
One of these days the ship of gold | |
Will carry me to my reward | |
Out of this world it will take me | |
To hear the horns of | |
JubileePig fat and old pork rinds | |
Ain' t enough to keep a man alive | |
The bullfrog sleeps all day | |
Come night, he has his say | |
Believe I' m fixing to die | |
Believe I' ll take my rest | |
Believe I' m fixing to die | |
Believe I' ll take my rest | |
Oh, I' m sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Oh, I' m sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh |
zuò cí : Clutch | |
Tin shacks and catfish bones | |
Been about all | |
I' ve ever known | |
The Junebugs rattle and roll | |
Around the old maypole | |
Thunder and lightning | |
Oh, see the catfish are biting | |
I took a riverboat downstream | |
I think you know what | |
I meanThe chicken hawks, they are gathering | |
Above my head, they are circling | |
Old friends coming out visiting | |
Say, " Hi" and talk about collecting | |
Stray dogs won' t come near me | |
Was blind, now | |
I see clearly | |
Believe I' m fixing to die | |
When you' re living in the country it' s, " Why, oh why?" | |
Oh, I' m sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Oh, I' m sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Look over yonder there | |
On the farther shore | |
On the farther shore | |
Look over yonder there | |
I see a ship of gold | |
I see a ship of gold | |
Beyond that mountain there | |
I see a city on the hill | |
Its gates are open wide | |
I hear the ringing bells | |
Look over yonder there | |
On toward the burying ground | |
Poor boy is all afire | |
Poor boy is dead and gone | |
Poor boy is dead and gone | |
One of these days the ship of gold | |
Will carry me to my reward | |
Out of this world it will take me | |
To hear the horns of | |
JubileePig fat and old pork rinds | |
Ain' t enough to keep a man alive | |
The bullfrog sleeps all day | |
Come night, he has his say | |
Believe I' m fixing to die | |
Believe I' ll take my rest | |
Believe I' m fixing to die | |
Believe I' ll take my rest | |
Oh, I' m sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Oh, I' m sorry that | |
I left my home | |
Oh, oh, oh |