歌曲 | Bastard Son Of A Thousand Blues |
歌手 | Poison |
专辑 | Native Tongue |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dall, Kotzen, Michaels ... | |
Well it's four o'clock in the morning | |
And i'm knocking on your door | |
She says she's tired of me | |
Don't want me here no more | |
She said stop your pissin' and moanin' and groanin' | |
Go sleep outside with them dogs | |
Now honey let me please explain | |
Cause i didn't mean you no wrong | |
I didn't mean to hurt you baby | |
Wouldn't do that to you | |
She said bite your lip, now, sweet child | |
You're the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
Well my daddy was gone by the day i was born | |
And my mama i have never seen | |
I was born in the back of a black cadillac | |
And raised by a gypsy queen | |
And as a child i was hell gone wild | |
Raised in the eye of a storm | |
By the time i was ten i was doing time again | |
Cause i knew what that gun was for | |
Chorus: | |
No, no, no, i'm the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
No, no, no, don't know what i'm going to do | |
No, no, no, i'm the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
No, no, no, tell me, mama, what i'm going to do | |
Ladies have come and ladies have gone | |
But there's one i remember quite well | |
Years have gone past, but her memory lasts | |
But the story i cannot tell | |
Well i've lived and i've lied | |
And i've loved and i've tried | |
To put my soul to good use | |
Guess i'm shit out of luck | |
Cause that name, it just stuck | |
I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues, dig | |
Chorus, out |
zuo ci : Dall, Kotzen, Michaels ... | |
Well it' s four o' clock in the morning | |
And i' m knocking on your door | |
She says she' s tired of me | |
Don' t want me here no more | |
She said stop your pissin' and moanin' and groanin' | |
Go sleep outside with them dogs | |
Now honey let me please explain | |
Cause i didn' t mean you no wrong | |
I didn' t mean to hurt you baby | |
Wouldn' t do that to you | |
She said bite your lip, now, sweet child | |
You' re the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
Well my daddy was gone by the day i was born | |
And my mama i have never seen | |
I was born in the back of a black cadillac | |
And raised by a gypsy queen | |
And as a child i was hell gone wild | |
Raised in the eye of a storm | |
By the time i was ten i was doing time again | |
Cause i knew what that gun was for | |
Chorus: | |
No, no, no, i' m the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
No, no, no, don' t know what i' m going to do | |
No, no, no, i' m the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
No, no, no, tell me, mama, what i' m going to do | |
Ladies have come and ladies have gone | |
But there' s one i remember quite well | |
Years have gone past, but her memory lasts | |
But the story i cannot tell | |
Well i' ve lived and i' ve lied | |
And i' ve loved and i' ve tried | |
To put my soul to good use | |
Guess i' m shit out of luck | |
Cause that name, it just stuck | |
I' m the bastard son of a thousand blues, dig | |
Chorus, out |
zuò cí : Dall, Kotzen, Michaels ... | |
Well it' s four o' clock in the morning | |
And i' m knocking on your door | |
She says she' s tired of me | |
Don' t want me here no more | |
She said stop your pissin' and moanin' and groanin' | |
Go sleep outside with them dogs | |
Now honey let me please explain | |
Cause i didn' t mean you no wrong | |
I didn' t mean to hurt you baby | |
Wouldn' t do that to you | |
She said bite your lip, now, sweet child | |
You' re the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
Well my daddy was gone by the day i was born | |
And my mama i have never seen | |
I was born in the back of a black cadillac | |
And raised by a gypsy queen | |
And as a child i was hell gone wild | |
Raised in the eye of a storm | |
By the time i was ten i was doing time again | |
Cause i knew what that gun was for | |
Chorus: | |
No, no, no, i' m the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
No, no, no, don' t know what i' m going to do | |
No, no, no, i' m the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
No, no, no, tell me, mama, what i' m going to do | |
Ladies have come and ladies have gone | |
But there' s one i remember quite well | |
Years have gone past, but her memory lasts | |
But the story i cannot tell | |
Well i' ve lived and i' ve lied | |
And i' ve loved and i' ve tried | |
To put my soul to good use | |
Guess i' m shit out of luck | |
Cause that name, it just stuck | |
I' m the bastard son of a thousand blues, dig | |
Chorus, out |