歌曲 | The Gringo's Tale |
歌手 | Steve Earle |
专辑 | The Revolution Starts…Now |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Earle | |
Beggin' your pardon there stranger | |
You look like you're new to this town | |
We're a long way away from the beach here | |
You won't see many gringos around | |
Well I come from West Colorado | |
And I've wandered this world far and wide | |
I've lived for some years in the shadows | |
And my eyes are unused to this light | |
If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey | |
I will tell you the tale of my life | |
It's long and it's sad but it fits me | |
And it may bring a tear to your eye | |
All the men of my family were solidiers | |
The hard fightin' straight talkin' kind | |
When my turn came all that was over | |
But I'd already made up my mind | |
I was there when we blew though Grenada | |
And I still have to ask myself why | |
Then we took down that fool Noriega | |
That's where I caught the good colonel's eye | |
Well he asked me if I loved my country | |
And before I had time to reply | |
He regaled me with tales of past glories | |
I believed every one of his lies | |
So I left my old life behind me | |
Turned my back on my family and friends | |
And I did everything that they asked me | |
And I lost some sleep now and again | |
And I lived like a thief and assassin | |
I smuggled their poisons sometimes | |
Until I asked the wrong question in passin' | |
And the colonel himself dropped the dime | |
So if you're ever in west Colorado | |
Tell the folks in Durango goodbye | |
There's a price on my head and I can't go | |
So I'll just wait around here ‘til I die |
zuo ci : Earle | |
Beggin' your pardon there stranger | |
You look like you' re new to this town | |
We' re a long way away from the beach here | |
You won' t see many gringos around | |
Well I come from West Colorado | |
And I' ve wandered this world far and wide | |
I' ve lived for some years in the shadows | |
And my eyes are unused to this light | |
If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey | |
I will tell you the tale of my life | |
It' s long and it' s sad but it fits me | |
And it may bring a tear to your eye | |
All the men of my family were solidiers | |
The hard fightin' straight talkin' kind | |
When my turn came all that was over | |
But I' d already made up my mind | |
I was there when we blew though Grenada | |
And I still have to ask myself why | |
Then we took down that fool Noriega | |
That' s where I caught the good colonel' s eye | |
Well he asked me if I loved my country | |
And before I had time to reply | |
He regaled me with tales of past glories | |
I believed every one of his lies | |
So I left my old life behind me | |
Turned my back on my family and friends | |
And I did everything that they asked me | |
And I lost some sleep now and again | |
And I lived like a thief and assassin | |
I smuggled their poisons sometimes | |
Until I asked the wrong question in passin' | |
And the colonel himself dropped the dime | |
So if you' re ever in west Colorado | |
Tell the folks in Durango goodbye | |
There' s a price on my head and I can' t go | |
So I' ll just wait around here ' til I die |
zuò cí : Earle | |
Beggin' your pardon there stranger | |
You look like you' re new to this town | |
We' re a long way away from the beach here | |
You won' t see many gringos around | |
Well I come from West Colorado | |
And I' ve wandered this world far and wide | |
I' ve lived for some years in the shadows | |
And my eyes are unused to this light | |
If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey | |
I will tell you the tale of my life | |
It' s long and it' s sad but it fits me | |
And it may bring a tear to your eye | |
All the men of my family were solidiers | |
The hard fightin' straight talkin' kind | |
When my turn came all that was over | |
But I' d already made up my mind | |
I was there when we blew though Grenada | |
And I still have to ask myself why | |
Then we took down that fool Noriega | |
That' s where I caught the good colonel' s eye | |
Well he asked me if I loved my country | |
And before I had time to reply | |
He regaled me with tales of past glories | |
I believed every one of his lies | |
So I left my old life behind me | |
Turned my back on my family and friends | |
And I did everything that they asked me | |
And I lost some sleep now and again | |
And I lived like a thief and assassin | |
I smuggled their poisons sometimes | |
Until I asked the wrong question in passin' | |
And the colonel himself dropped the dime | |
So if you' re ever in west Colorado | |
Tell the folks in Durango goodbye | |
There' s a price on my head and I can' t go | |
So I' ll just wait around here ' til I die |