Billy, the bum lived by the thumb And sang of the hobo's delight He'd prove he could run Twice as fast as the sun By losing his shadow at night Now he
I don't care if the sun don't shine But it better or people will wonder No matter if it never quits rainin' Except the kids are afraid of the thunder
Station was empty Trains were all gone I reached in my pocket Waited for dawn The clock played drums And I hummed the sax And the wind whistled down
Robert was a sailor For the best years of his life His captain was his mother And the ocean was his wife Only fresh out of the cradle Life's one and
I come home from work this evening There was a note in the frying pan It said fix your own supper babe I run off with the fuller brush man And I miss
I knew a girl who was almost a lady She had a way with all the men in her life Every inch of her blossomed in beauty And she was born on the fourth of
Oh I get drunk most every night Seems like all we do is fight The more I drink The less I feel blue Sometimes I feel like an awful fool Spendin' my life
be gathered So let us all press on When Jesus comes to claim us And says it is enough The diamonds will be shining No longer in the rough
While out sailing on the ocean, while out sailing on the sea Bumped into the Savior and He said pardon me I said "Jesus you look tired", He said "Jesus
The night club was burning From the torch singer's song And the sweat was floodin' her eyes The catwalk squeaked 'neath the bartender's feet And the smoke
译文: Prine，约翰. 钻石在粗糙.
While out sailing on the ocean While out sailing on the sea I bumped into the Savior And He said pardon me I said "Jesus you look tired" He said "Jesus
The night club was burning From the torch singer's song And the sweat was floodin' her eyes The catwalk squeaked 'Neath the bartender's feet And the
All share one western trait Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks From winos to dime-store Jews Probably don't know they give me These late John Garfield
I don't care if the sun don't shine But it better or people will wonder And I couldn't care less if it never stopped rainin' 'Cept the kids are afraid
Billy the bum lived by the thumb And sang of the hobo's delight He'd prove he could run Twice as fast as the sun By losing his shadow at night Now he
All the snow has turned to water Christmas days have come and gone Broken toys and faded colors Are all that's left to linger on I hate graveyards and
