作曲 : Elliott Smith
My daddy was shy and he lived in Cheyenne
He went as red as I've ever seen a man
And his skin was thick, he was as hard as a brick
He just couldn't talk to no one
And I guess that's where I get it from
My uncle worked in a plutonium mine
His job was to set up the dynamite
And he got too close to a charge underground
And all of his feelings went numb
And I guess that's where I get it from
Kiyay, yippee eiyo
My mama was ten feet tall
She wasn't afraid of nothing at all
She said her prayers properly and all
She swore on a grave and a gun
And I guess that's where I get it from
Great-grandad went mad, he was totally tweaked
He wore the same suit every day of the week
And I asked how it feels to be such a freak
And he said, "You tell me, son"
And I guess that's where I get it from
Kiyay, yippee eiyo
Dad's little hands sat in his lap
Like a couple of crabs who got caught in a trap
And he shook my hand from so far away that
He looked like a spot on the sun
And I guess that's where I get it from
And that must be where I get it from