| 歌曲 | Caleb Meyer |
| 歌手 | Kandle |
| 专辑 | Caleb Meyer |
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| 作词 : Gillian Welsh/David Rawlings | |
| 作曲 : Gillian Welsh/David Rawlings | |
| Caleb Meyer, he lived alone | |
| In them hollarin' pines | |
| He made a little whiskey for himself | |
| Said it helped to pass the time | |
| On one evening in back of my house, | |
| Caleb came around | |
| And he called my name 'til I came out | |
| with no one else around | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| but when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don't you call my name | |
| Where's your husband, Nellie Kane | |
| Where's your darling gone? | |
| Did he go on down the mountain side | |
| and leave you all alone? | |
| Yes, my husband's gone to Bowlin' Green | |
| to do some business there. | |
| Then Caleb threw that bottle down | |
| and grabbed me by my hair. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| but when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don't you call my name | |
| He threw me on the needle bed, | |
| and on my dress he lay | |
| he held my hands above my head | |
| and I commenced to pray. | |
| I cried My God, I am your child | |
| send your angels down | |
| Then feelin' with my fingertips, | |
| the bottle neck I found | |
| I pulled that glass across his neck | |
| as fine as any blade, | |
| and I felt his blood run fast and hot | |
| around me where I laid. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don't you call my name | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don't you call my name |
| zuo ci : Gillian Welsh David Rawlings | |
| zuo qu : Gillian Welsh David Rawlings | |
| Caleb Meyer, he lived alone | |
| In them hollarin' pines | |
| He made a little whiskey for himself | |
| Said it helped to pass the time | |
| On one evening in back of my house, | |
| Caleb came around | |
| And he called my name ' til I came out | |
| with no one else around | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| but when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| Where' s your husband, Nellie Kane | |
| Where' s your darling gone? | |
| Did he go on down the mountain side | |
| and leave you all alone? | |
| Yes, my husband' s gone to Bowlin' Green | |
| to do some business there. | |
| Then Caleb threw that bottle down | |
| and grabbed me by my hair. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| but when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| He threw me on the needle bed, | |
| and on my dress he lay | |
| he held my hands above my head | |
| and I commenced to pray. | |
| I cried My God, I am your child | |
| send your angels down | |
| Then feelin' with my fingertips, | |
| the bottle neck I found | |
| I pulled that glass across his neck | |
| as fine as any blade, | |
| and I felt his blood run fast and hot | |
| around me where I laid. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name |
| zuò cí : Gillian Welsh David Rawlings | |
| zuò qǔ : Gillian Welsh David Rawlings | |
| Caleb Meyer, he lived alone | |
| In them hollarin' pines | |
| He made a little whiskey for himself | |
| Said it helped to pass the time | |
| On one evening in back of my house, | |
| Caleb came around | |
| And he called my name ' til I came out | |
| with no one else around | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| but when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| Where' s your husband, Nellie Kane | |
| Where' s your darling gone? | |
| Did he go on down the mountain side | |
| and leave you all alone? | |
| Yes, my husband' s gone to Bowlin' Green | |
| to do some business there. | |
| Then Caleb threw that bottle down | |
| and grabbed me by my hair. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| but when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| He threw me on the needle bed, | |
| and on my dress he lay | |
| he held my hands above my head | |
| and I commenced to pray. | |
| I cried My God, I am your child | |
| send your angels down | |
| Then feelin' with my fingertips, | |
| the bottle neck I found | |
| I pulled that glass across his neck | |
| as fine as any blade, | |
| and I felt his blood run fast and hot | |
| around me where I laid. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name |