歌曲 | Old Buccaneer |
歌手 | The Incredible String Band |
专辑 | No Ruinous Feud |
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作词 : Williamson | |
sissie wouldn't believe when I told her the old man was gone | |
the one who lived all alone in the shack on the shore | |
that's so hard to find, so har to go past | |
he used to light our cigarettes and never tell anyone | |
he had blue tattoos and he'd tell us tall stories from the bottom of a rum glass | |
he's got things to see on the spanish main he's gone away for awhile | |
he's gone skullduggering on the spanish main he's gone away far away | |
thought I heard sails creaking as the stars paled | |
anchor chains clinking as the night failed way out on the bay | |
no one else knows how he crowed when they crowned him king of the cannibal isles | |
or how he'd really feel blind drunk at the wheel through a high hurricane | |
he could dupe the devil at dice and charm charmers whit his beguiling smile | |
how he fell in love in Lima and a schemer stole his pearly girl and broke his heart again | |
now all the foes he killed call him in to fight with their beckoning bones | |
and all the gold he stole sparkles in the morning light | |
his sweet ladies are all alone | |
sissie dear let's not go near the church today | |
the big bells tolling the hearse goes rolling the holy joes pray | |
as they lay him away | |
lived one too many winters cold cold weather | |
had to sail down to the south sea waters warm | |
his old bones there | |
let an old man go through | |
let an old man go through |
zuo ci : Williamson | |
sissie wouldn' t believe when I told her the old man was gone | |
the one who lived all alone in the shack on the shore | |
that' s so hard to find, so har to go past | |
he used to light our cigarettes and never tell anyone | |
he had blue tattoos and he' d tell us tall stories from the bottom of a rum glass | |
he' s got things to see on the spanish main he' s gone away for awhile | |
he' s gone skullduggering on the spanish main he' s gone away far away | |
thought I heard sails creaking as the stars paled | |
anchor chains clinking as the night failed way out on the bay | |
no one else knows how he crowed when they crowned him king of the cannibal isles | |
or how he' d really feel blind drunk at the wheel through a high hurricane | |
he could dupe the devil at dice and charm charmers whit his beguiling smile | |
how he fell in love in Lima and a schemer stole his pearly girl and broke his heart again | |
now all the foes he killed call him in to fight with their beckoning bones | |
and all the gold he stole sparkles in the morning light | |
his sweet ladies are all alone | |
sissie dear let' s not go near the church today | |
the big bells tolling the hearse goes rolling the holy joes pray | |
as they lay him away | |
lived one too many winters cold cold weather | |
had to sail down to the south sea waters warm | |
his old bones there | |
let an old man go through | |
let an old man go through |
zuò cí : Williamson | |
sissie wouldn' t believe when I told her the old man was gone | |
the one who lived all alone in the shack on the shore | |
that' s so hard to find, so har to go past | |
he used to light our cigarettes and never tell anyone | |
he had blue tattoos and he' d tell us tall stories from the bottom of a rum glass | |
he' s got things to see on the spanish main he' s gone away for awhile | |
he' s gone skullduggering on the spanish main he' s gone away far away | |
thought I heard sails creaking as the stars paled | |
anchor chains clinking as the night failed way out on the bay | |
no one else knows how he crowed when they crowned him king of the cannibal isles | |
or how he' d really feel blind drunk at the wheel through a high hurricane | |
he could dupe the devil at dice and charm charmers whit his beguiling smile | |
how he fell in love in Lima and a schemer stole his pearly girl and broke his heart again | |
now all the foes he killed call him in to fight with their beckoning bones | |
and all the gold he stole sparkles in the morning light | |
his sweet ladies are all alone | |
sissie dear let' s not go near the church today | |
the big bells tolling the hearse goes rolling the holy joes pray | |
as they lay him away | |
lived one too many winters cold cold weather | |
had to sail down to the south sea waters warm | |
his old bones there | |
let an old man go through | |
let an old man go through |