歌曲 | Mexicali Blues [Live at Stanley Theater, September 27, 1972] |
歌手 | Grateful Dead |
专辑 | Dick's Picks Volume 11: Stanley Theater, 9/27/72 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : John Barlow/Bob Weir | |
作曲 : John Barlow/Bob Weir | |
Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand, | |
Watchin' flies and children on the street, | |
And i catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when i smile, | |
There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet. | |
And it's three days ride from bakersfield and i don't know why i came. | |
I guess i came to keep from payin' dues. | |
So instead i've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen, | |
And a damn good case of the mexicali blues. yeh! | |
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose, | |
When the devil wants to take it all away? | |
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze, | |
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all i have today. | |
She said her name was billy jean and she was fresh in town. | |
I didn't know a stage line ran from hell. | |
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold, | |
All the french perfume you'd care to smell. | |
She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear, | |
"go on, my friend, do anything you choose." | |
Now i'm payin' for those happy hours i spent there in her arms, | |
With a lifetime's worth of the mexicali blues. | |
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose, | |
When the devil wants to take it all away? | |
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze | |
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all i have today. | |
And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law. | |
Billy jean was waitin' when he came. | |
She told me he would take her, if i didn't use my gun, | |
I'd have no one but myself to blame. | |
I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind. | |
I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news | |
Cause i shot first and killed him, lord, he didn't even draw | |
And he made me trade the gallows for the mexicali blues. | |
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose | |
When he lets a woman hold him in her hands? | |
He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark | |
Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands. |
zuo ci : John Barlow Bob Weir | |
zuo qu : John Barlow Bob Weir | |
Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand, | |
Watchin' flies and children on the street, | |
And i catch a glimpse of blackeyed girls who giggle when i smile, | |
There' s a little boy who wants to shine my feet. | |
And it' s three days ride from bakersfield and i don' t know why i came. | |
I guess i came to keep from payin' dues. | |
So instead i' ve got a bottle and a girl who' s just fourteen, | |
And a damn good case of the mexicali blues. yeh! | |
Is there anything a man don' t stand to lose, | |
When the devil wants to take it all away? | |
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze, | |
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all i have today. | |
She said her name was billy jean and she was fresh in town. | |
I didn' t know a stage line ran from hell. | |
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold, | |
All the french perfume you' d care to smell. | |
She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear, | |
" go on, my friend, do anything you choose." | |
Now i' m payin' for those happy hours i spent there in her arms, | |
With a lifetime' s worth of the mexicali blues. | |
Is there anything a man don' t stand to lose, | |
When the devil wants to take it all away? | |
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze | |
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all i have today. | |
And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law. | |
Billy jean was waitin' when he came. | |
She told me he would take her, if i didn' t use my gun, | |
I' d have no one but myself to blame. | |
I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind. | |
I guess that stranger hadn' t heard the news | |
Cause i shot first and killed him, lord, he didn' t even draw | |
And he made me trade the gallows for the mexicali blues. | |
Is there anything a man don' t stand to lose | |
When he lets a woman hold him in her hands? | |
He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark | |
Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands. |
zuò cí : John Barlow Bob Weir | |
zuò qǔ : John Barlow Bob Weir | |
Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand, | |
Watchin' flies and children on the street, | |
And i catch a glimpse of blackeyed girls who giggle when i smile, | |
There' s a little boy who wants to shine my feet. | |
And it' s three days ride from bakersfield and i don' t know why i came. | |
I guess i came to keep from payin' dues. | |
So instead i' ve got a bottle and a girl who' s just fourteen, | |
And a damn good case of the mexicali blues. yeh! | |
Is there anything a man don' t stand to lose, | |
When the devil wants to take it all away? | |
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze, | |
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all i have today. | |
She said her name was billy jean and she was fresh in town. | |
I didn' t know a stage line ran from hell. | |
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold, | |
All the french perfume you' d care to smell. | |
She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear, | |
" go on, my friend, do anything you choose." | |
Now i' m payin' for those happy hours i spent there in her arms, | |
With a lifetime' s worth of the mexicali blues. | |
Is there anything a man don' t stand to lose, | |
When the devil wants to take it all away? | |
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze | |
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all i have today. | |
And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law. | |
Billy jean was waitin' when he came. | |
She told me he would take her, if i didn' t use my gun, | |
I' d have no one but myself to blame. | |
I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind. | |
I guess that stranger hadn' t heard the news | |
Cause i shot first and killed him, lord, he didn' t even draw | |
And he made me trade the gallows for the mexicali blues. | |
Is there anything a man don' t stand to lose | |
When he lets a woman hold him in her hands? | |
He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark | |
Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands. |