| 歌曲 | Pineola - Live (2003/The Fillmore, San Francisco) |
| 歌手 | Lucinda Williams |
| 专辑 | Live @ The Fillmore |
| 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 |
| 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 |