歌曲 | The Ballad Of Billy The Kid - Live |
歌手 | Billy Joel |
专辑 | 2000 Years - The Millennium Concert |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Joel | |
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia | |
Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand | |
And his daring life of crime | |
Made him a legend in his time | |
East and west of the Rio Grande | |
Well, he started with a bank in Colorado | |
In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid | |
And his age and his size | |
Took the teller by surprise | |
And the word spread of Billy the Kid | |
Well, he never traveled heavy | |
Yes, he always rode alone | |
And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
And he never had a sweetheart | |
And he never had a home | |
But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name | |
Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma | |
And the law just could not seem to track him down | |
And it served his legend well | |
For the folks, they'd love to tell | |
'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town | |
Well, one cold day a posse captured Billy | |
And the judge said, 'String 'im up for what he did!' | |
And the cowboys and their kin | |
Like the sea came pourin' in | |
To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid | |
Well, he never traveled heavy | |
Yes, he always rode alone | |
And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
And he never had a sweetheart | |
But he finally found a home | |
Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name | |
From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island | |
Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand | |
And his daring life of crime | |
Made him a legend in his time | |
East and west of the Rio Grande |
zuo ci : Joel | |
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia | |
Rode a boy with a sixgun in his hand | |
And his daring life of crime | |
Made him a legend in his time | |
East and west of the Rio Grande | |
Well, he started with a bank in Colorado | |
In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid | |
And his age and his size | |
Took the teller by surprise | |
And the word spread of Billy the Kid | |
Well, he never traveled heavy | |
Yes, he always rode alone | |
And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
And he never had a sweetheart | |
And he never had a home | |
But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name | |
Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma | |
And the law just could not seem to track him down | |
And it served his legend well | |
For the folks, they' d love to tell | |
' Bout when Billy the Kid came to town | |
Well, one cold day a posse captured Billy | |
And the judge said, ' String ' im up for what he did!' | |
And the cowboys and their kin | |
Like the sea came pourin' in | |
To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid | |
Well, he never traveled heavy | |
Yes, he always rode alone | |
And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
And he never had a sweetheart | |
But he finally found a home | |
Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name | |
From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island | |
Rode a boy with a sixpack in his hand | |
And his daring life of crime | |
Made him a legend in his time | |
East and west of the Rio Grande |
zuò cí : Joel | |
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia | |
Rode a boy with a sixgun in his hand | |
And his daring life of crime | |
Made him a legend in his time | |
East and west of the Rio Grande | |
Well, he started with a bank in Colorado | |
In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid | |
And his age and his size | |
Took the teller by surprise | |
And the word spread of Billy the Kid | |
Well, he never traveled heavy | |
Yes, he always rode alone | |
And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
And he never had a sweetheart | |
And he never had a home | |
But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name | |
Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma | |
And the law just could not seem to track him down | |
And it served his legend well | |
For the folks, they' d love to tell | |
' Bout when Billy the Kid came to town | |
Well, one cold day a posse captured Billy | |
And the judge said, ' String ' im up for what he did!' | |
And the cowboys and their kin | |
Like the sea came pourin' in | |
To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid | |
Well, he never traveled heavy | |
Yes, he always rode alone | |
And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
And he never had a sweetheart | |
But he finally found a home | |
Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name | |
From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island | |
Rode a boy with a sixpack in his hand | |
And his daring life of crime | |
Made him a legend in his time | |
East and west of the Rio Grande |