歌曲 | Down Drinking At The Bar |
歌手 | Loudon Wainwright III |
专辑 | A Live One |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wainwright | |
Well, I call you up on the phone: nobody's at home. | |
Then I do my usual thing: I let the telephone ring and ring and ring. | |
I'm standing at a phone booth, coping with the ugly truth. | |
You see, I know where you are... I know where you are. | |
You're down drinking at the bar. | |
I can picture you there on that stool, drinking like a drunken fool. | |
Yeah, you're sitting there on your ass, muttering into your glass. | |
Paying for your lowlife thrills with wet quarters and soggy one dollar bills. | |
I know where you are, baby. | |
You're down drinking at the bar. | |
Dean Martin's on the jukebox, I bet. | |
Or maybe it's Tammy Wynette. | |
The tearjerkers are jerking your tears. | |
Salt water in your whiskey and your beers. | |
You've got the Miller High Life bouncing balls. | |
You've got the Utica Club waterfalls. | |
I know where you are, oh ho. | |
You're down at the bar. | |
You're down at the bar. | |
Go ahead get drunk, it's alright. | |
Lost weekend on a Tuesday night. | |
But I'm going to have to give you the score: | |
I'm not going to call you up on the telephone no more. | |
I'm sick and tired of listening to that phone ring 15 times. | |
I'm sick and tired of getting back my dimes! | |
Because I know what you are. | |
You're at sot, that's what you are. | |
I know what you are. | |
You're a lush. | |
You got a big red nose! | |
I know where you are, baby. | |
I know where you are... | |
You're down drinking at the bar. |
zuo ci : Wainwright | |
Well, I call you up on the phone: nobody' s at home. | |
Then I do my usual thing: I let the telephone ring and ring and ring. | |
I' m standing at a phone booth, coping with the ugly truth. | |
You see, I know where you are... I know where you are. | |
You' re down drinking at the bar. | |
I can picture you there on that stool, drinking like a drunken fool. | |
Yeah, you' re sitting there on your ass, muttering into your glass. | |
Paying for your lowlife thrills with wet quarters and soggy one dollar bills. | |
I know where you are, baby. | |
You' re down drinking at the bar. | |
Dean Martin' s on the jukebox, I bet. | |
Or maybe it' s Tammy Wynette. | |
The tearjerkers are jerking your tears. | |
Salt water in your whiskey and your beers. | |
You' ve got the Miller High Life bouncing balls. | |
You' ve got the Utica Club waterfalls. | |
I know where you are, oh ho. | |
You' re down at the bar. | |
You' re down at the bar. | |
Go ahead get drunk, it' s alright. | |
Lost weekend on a Tuesday night. | |
But I' m going to have to give you the score: | |
I' m not going to call you up on the telephone no more. | |
I' m sick and tired of listening to that phone ring 15 times. | |
I' m sick and tired of getting back my dimes! | |
Because I know what you are. | |
You' re at sot, that' s what you are. | |
I know what you are. | |
You' re a lush. | |
You got a big red nose! | |
I know where you are, baby. | |
I know where you are... | |
You' re down drinking at the bar. |
zuò cí : Wainwright | |
Well, I call you up on the phone: nobody' s at home. | |
Then I do my usual thing: I let the telephone ring and ring and ring. | |
I' m standing at a phone booth, coping with the ugly truth. | |
You see, I know where you are... I know where you are. | |
You' re down drinking at the bar. | |
I can picture you there on that stool, drinking like a drunken fool. | |
Yeah, you' re sitting there on your ass, muttering into your glass. | |
Paying for your lowlife thrills with wet quarters and soggy one dollar bills. | |
I know where you are, baby. | |
You' re down drinking at the bar. | |
Dean Martin' s on the jukebox, I bet. | |
Or maybe it' s Tammy Wynette. | |
The tearjerkers are jerking your tears. | |
Salt water in your whiskey and your beers. | |
You' ve got the Miller High Life bouncing balls. | |
You' ve got the Utica Club waterfalls. | |
I know where you are, oh ho. | |
You' re down at the bar. | |
You' re down at the bar. | |
Go ahead get drunk, it' s alright. | |
Lost weekend on a Tuesday night. | |
But I' m going to have to give you the score: | |
I' m not going to call you up on the telephone no more. | |
I' m sick and tired of listening to that phone ring 15 times. | |
I' m sick and tired of getting back my dimes! | |
Because I know what you are. | |
You' re at sot, that' s what you are. | |
I know what you are. | |
You' re a lush. | |
You got a big red nose! | |
I know where you are, baby. | |
I know where you are... | |
You' re down drinking at the bar. |