歌曲 | Pineola - Live (2003/The Fillmore, San Francisco) |
歌手 | Lucinda Williams |
专辑 | Live @ The Fillmore |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Williams | |
When Daddy told me what happened | |
I couldn't believe what he just said | |
Sonny shot himself with a 44 | |
And they found him lyin' on his bed | |
I could not speak a single word | |
No tears streamed down my face | |
I just sat there on the living room couch | |
Starin' off into space | |
Mama and Daddy went over to the house | |
To see what had to be done | |
They took the sheets off of the bed | |
And they went to call someone | |
Some of us gathered at a friend's house | |
To help each other ease the pain | |
I just sat alone in a corner chair | |
I couldn't say much of anything | |
We drove on out to the country | |
His friends all stood around | |
Subiaco Cemetery | |
Is where we lay him down | |
I saw his mama, she was standin' there | |
His sister, she was there too | |
I saw them look at us standin' around the grave | |
And not a soul they knew | |
Born and raised in Pineola | |
His mama believed in the Pentecost | |
She got the preacher to say some words | |
So his soul wouldn't be lost | |
Some of us, we stood in silence | |
Some bowed their heads and prayed | |
I think I must've picked up a handful of dust | |
And let it fall over his grave | |
I think I must've picked up a handful of dust | |
And let it fall over his grave |
zuo ci : Williams | |
When Daddy told me what happened | |
I couldn' t believe what he just said | |
Sonny shot himself with a 44 | |
And they found him lyin' on his bed | |
I could not speak a single word | |
No tears streamed down my face | |
I just sat there on the living room couch | |
Starin' off into space | |
Mama and Daddy went over to the house | |
To see what had to be done | |
They took the sheets off of the bed | |
And they went to call someone | |
Some of us gathered at a friend' s house | |
To help each other ease the pain | |
I just sat alone in a corner chair | |
I couldn' t say much of anything | |
We drove on out to the country | |
His friends all stood around | |
Subiaco Cemetery | |
Is where we lay him down | |
I saw his mama, she was standin' there | |
His sister, she was there too | |
I saw them look at us standin' around the grave | |
And not a soul they knew | |
Born and raised in Pineola | |
His mama believed in the Pentecost | |
She got the preacher to say some words | |
So his soul wouldn' t be lost | |
Some of us, we stood in silence | |
Some bowed their heads and prayed | |
I think I must' ve picked up a handful of dust | |
And let it fall over his grave | |
I think I must' ve picked up a handful of dust | |
And let it fall over his grave |
zuò cí : Williams | |
When Daddy told me what happened | |
I couldn' t believe what he just said | |
Sonny shot himself with a 44 | |
And they found him lyin' on his bed | |
I could not speak a single word | |
No tears streamed down my face | |
I just sat there on the living room couch | |
Starin' off into space | |
Mama and Daddy went over to the house | |
To see what had to be done | |
They took the sheets off of the bed | |
And they went to call someone | |
Some of us gathered at a friend' s house | |
To help each other ease the pain | |
I just sat alone in a corner chair | |
I couldn' t say much of anything | |
We drove on out to the country | |
His friends all stood around | |
Subiaco Cemetery | |
Is where we lay him down | |
I saw his mama, she was standin' there | |
His sister, she was there too | |
I saw them look at us standin' around the grave | |
And not a soul they knew | |
Born and raised in Pineola | |
His mama believed in the Pentecost | |
She got the preacher to say some words | |
So his soul wouldn' t be lost | |
Some of us, we stood in silence | |
Some bowed their heads and prayed | |
I think I must' ve picked up a handful of dust | |
And let it fall over his grave | |
I think I must' ve picked up a handful of dust | |
And let it fall over his grave |