歌曲 | Oxycontin Blues |
歌手 | Steve Earle |
专辑 | Washington Square Serenade |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Earle | |
Well, my daddy worked in the coal mine | |
Til the company shut it down | |
Then he sat around and drank hisself blind | |
Til we put him back underground | |
Now nothing grows on this mountain | |
And what's a poor boy to do? | |
Except to wander these hills, forgotten | |
With the oxycontin blues | |
Well I never cared much for whiskey | |
'Cause it only made daddy mean | |
Wrapped a little bit tight, they tell me | |
For the methamphetamine | |
Then my cousin come up from Knoxville | |
And he taught me a thing or two | |
Now I'm headed nowhere but downhill | |
With the oxycontin blues | |
Got a dollar bill in my pocket | |
Got a half a tank in my truck | |
Gonna go and pawn grandma's locket | |
Hell, maybe it'll change my luck | |
Ain't nothing gonna be right no how | |
'Cause I know I can't ever lose | |
This devil that's dragging me down | |
And the oxycontin blues |
zuo ci : Earle | |
Well, my daddy worked in the coal mine | |
Til the company shut it down | |
Then he sat around and drank hisself blind | |
Til we put him back underground | |
Now nothing grows on this mountain | |
And what' s a poor boy to do? | |
Except to wander these hills, forgotten | |
With the oxycontin blues | |
Well I never cared much for whiskey | |
' Cause it only made daddy mean | |
Wrapped a little bit tight, they tell me | |
For the methamphetamine | |
Then my cousin come up from Knoxville | |
And he taught me a thing or two | |
Now I' m headed nowhere but downhill | |
With the oxycontin blues | |
Got a dollar bill in my pocket | |
Got a half a tank in my truck | |
Gonna go and pawn grandma' s locket | |
Hell, maybe it' ll change my luck | |
Ain' t nothing gonna be right no how | |
' Cause I know I can' t ever lose | |
This devil that' s dragging me down | |
And the oxycontin blues |
zuò cí : Earle | |
Well, my daddy worked in the coal mine | |
Til the company shut it down | |
Then he sat around and drank hisself blind | |
Til we put him back underground | |
Now nothing grows on this mountain | |
And what' s a poor boy to do? | |
Except to wander these hills, forgotten | |
With the oxycontin blues | |
Well I never cared much for whiskey | |
' Cause it only made daddy mean | |
Wrapped a little bit tight, they tell me | |
For the methamphetamine | |
Then my cousin come up from Knoxville | |
And he taught me a thing or two | |
Now I' m headed nowhere but downhill | |
With the oxycontin blues | |
Got a dollar bill in my pocket | |
Got a half a tank in my truck | |
Gonna go and pawn grandma' s locket | |
Hell, maybe it' ll change my luck | |
Ain' t nothing gonna be right no how | |
' Cause I know I can' t ever lose | |
This devil that' s dragging me down | |
And the oxycontin blues |