歌曲 | Phone Call From Leavenworth |
歌手 | Chris Whitley |
专辑 | Living With The Law |
作词 : Whitley | |
Now, they hold me here much longer | |
Probably go mad all by myself | |
Now, I really need somebody | |
Said, I really need somebody's help, yeah | |
Why does a man up in the judgment chair | |
Got his ass, God's right arm | |
In some double pair? Alright | |
Walkin' a frozen line | |
A western winter, be hail and rain | |
Way back in New York this mornin' | |
There ain't no one there | |
Who ever gonna remember my name | |
Now when the sun comes up | |
Mama, you should know | |
That now I just don't care no more, alright | |
Three o'clock this morning | |
I thought I saw Jesus coming down | |
He came through the concrete, baby | |
He came through them walls without no sound | |
And I say, concrete walls, that ain't no clay | |
I closed my eyes, watched him slip away, alright | |
They look at you sideways | |
They call no man by his Christian name | |
His natural born name | |
All you got is your backbone to lean on | |
You can expect no help from your brain | |
Now when a man wants reason | |
He best be willing to pay | |
I'm down in Leavenworth Prison, now | |
And I do not count no days | |
Said, when a man wants reason | |
He best be willing to pay | |
I'm down in Leavenworth Prison now | |
And I do not count no days | |
Phone call from Leavenworth | |
A phone call from Leavenworth |
zuò cí : Whitley | |
Now, they hold me here much longer | |
Probably go mad all by myself | |
Now, I really need somebody | |
Said, I really need somebody' s help, yeah | |
Why does a man up in the judgment chair | |
Got his ass, God' s right arm | |
In some double pair? Alright | |
Walkin' a frozen line | |
A western winter, be hail and rain | |
Way back in New York this mornin' | |
There ain' t no one there | |
Who ever gonna remember my name | |
Now when the sun comes up | |
Mama, you should know | |
That now I just don' t care no more, alright | |
Three o' clock this morning | |
I thought I saw Jesus coming down | |
He came through the concrete, baby | |
He came through them walls without no sound | |
And I say, concrete walls, that ain' t no clay | |
I closed my eyes, watched him slip away, alright | |
They look at you sideways | |
They call no man by his Christian name | |
His natural born name | |
All you got is your backbone to lean on | |
You can expect no help from your brain | |
Now when a man wants reason | |
He best be willing to pay | |
I' m down in Leavenworth Prison, now | |
And I do not count no days | |
Said, when a man wants reason | |
He best be willing to pay | |
I' m down in Leavenworth Prison now | |
And I do not count no days | |
Phone call from Leavenworth | |
A phone call from Leavenworth |