歌曲 | Box, No. 10 |
歌手 | Jim Croce |
专辑 | Down the Highway |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Croce | |
Well, out of Southern Illinois | |
Come a down home country boy. | |
He's gonna make it in the city | |
Playin' guitar in the studio. | |
Well he hadn't been there an hour, | |
When he met a Broadway flower, | |
You know she took him for his money | |
And she left him in a cheap hotel. | |
Oh, well, it's easy for you to see | |
That that country boy is me | |
Saying "And how am I gonna ever | |
break the news to the folks back home?" | |
Well, I was gonna be a great success, | |
Things sure ended up a mess, | |
But in the process I got messed up too. | |
"Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect | |
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name. | |
Well I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway, | |
And tonight they say it's gonna rain. | |
And if you'd only send me some money | |
I'll be back on my feet again, | |
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission | |
Box number ten." | |
Well, back in Southern Illinois | |
They're still worryin' 'bout their boy. | |
But this boy's goin' home soon's he get's the fare. | |
Because as soon as I got my bread | |
I got a pipe upside my head. | |
You know they left me in an alley, | |
Took my money and my guitar, too. | |
"Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect | |
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name. | |
Well I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway, | |
And tonight they say it's gonna rain. | |
And if you'd only send me some money | |
I'll be back on my feet again, | |
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission | |
Box number ten." |
zuo ci : Croce | |
Well, out of Southern Illinois | |
Come a down home country boy. | |
He' s gonna make it in the city | |
Playin' guitar in the studio. | |
Well he hadn' t been there an hour, | |
When he met a Broadway flower, | |
You know she took him for his money | |
And she left him in a cheap hotel. | |
Oh, well, it' s easy for you to see | |
That that country boy is me | |
Saying " And how am I gonna ever | |
break the news to the folks back home?" | |
Well, I was gonna be a great success, | |
Things sure ended up a mess, | |
But in the process I got messed up too. | |
" Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect | |
' Cause I ain' t got a cent to my name. | |
Well I' m sleepin' in the hotel doorway, | |
And tonight they say it' s gonna rain. | |
And if you' d only send me some money | |
I' ll be back on my feet again, | |
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission | |
Box number ten." | |
Well, back in Southern Illinois | |
They' re still worryin' ' bout their boy. | |
But this boy' s goin' home soon' s he get' s the fare. | |
Because as soon as I got my bread | |
I got a pipe upside my head. | |
You know they left me in an alley, | |
Took my money and my guitar, too. | |
" Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect | |
' Cause I ain' t got a cent to my name. | |
Well I' m sleepin' in the hotel doorway, | |
And tonight they say it' s gonna rain. | |
And if you' d only send me some money | |
I' ll be back on my feet again, | |
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission | |
Box number ten." |
zuò cí : Croce | |
Well, out of Southern Illinois | |
Come a down home country boy. | |
He' s gonna make it in the city | |
Playin' guitar in the studio. | |
Well he hadn' t been there an hour, | |
When he met a Broadway flower, | |
You know she took him for his money | |
And she left him in a cheap hotel. | |
Oh, well, it' s easy for you to see | |
That that country boy is me | |
Saying " And how am I gonna ever | |
break the news to the folks back home?" | |
Well, I was gonna be a great success, | |
Things sure ended up a mess, | |
But in the process I got messed up too. | |
" Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect | |
' Cause I ain' t got a cent to my name. | |
Well I' m sleepin' in the hotel doorway, | |
And tonight they say it' s gonna rain. | |
And if you' d only send me some money | |
I' ll be back on my feet again, | |
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission | |
Box number ten." | |
Well, back in Southern Illinois | |
They' re still worryin' ' bout their boy. | |
But this boy' s goin' home soon' s he get' s the fare. | |
Because as soon as I got my bread | |
I got a pipe upside my head. | |
You know they left me in an alley, | |
Took my money and my guitar, too. | |
" Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect | |
' Cause I ain' t got a cent to my name. | |
Well I' m sleepin' in the hotel doorway, | |
And tonight they say it' s gonna rain. | |
And if you' d only send me some money | |
I' ll be back on my feet again, | |
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission | |
Box number ten." |