| 歌曲 | If I Should Fall From Grace With God - Live version |
| 歌手 | The Pogues |
| 专辑 | Streams Of Whiskey: Live In Leysin, Switzerland 1991 |
| 作词 : MacGowan | |
| If I should fall from grace with God | |
| Where no doctor can relieve me | |
| If I'm buried 'neath the sod | |
| But the angels won't receive me | |
| Let me go, boys | |
| Let me go, boys | |
| Let me go down in the mud | |
| Where the rivers all run dry | |
| This land was always ours | |
| Was the proud land of our fathers | |
| It belongs to us and them | |
| Not to any of the others | |
| Let them go, boys | |
| Let them go, boys | |
| Let them go down in the mud | |
| Where the rivers all run dry | |
| Now bury me at sea | |
| Where no murdered ghost can haunt me | |
| If I rock upon the waves | |
| No corpse can lie upon me | |
| Coming up threes, boys | |
| Coming up threes, boys | |
| Let them go down in the mud | |
| Where the rivers all run dry | |
| If I should fall from grace with God | |
| Where no doctor can relieve me | |
| If I'm buried 'neath the sod | |
| So the angels won't receive me | |
| Let me go, boys | |
| Let me go, boys | |
| Let me go down in the mud | |
| Where the rivers all run dry |
| zuò cí : MacGowan | |
| If I should fall from grace with God | |
| Where no doctor can relieve me | |
| If I' m buried ' neath the sod | |
| But the angels won' t receive me | |
| Let me go, boys | |
| Let me go, boys | |
| Let me go down in the mud | |
| Where the rivers all run dry | |
| This land was always ours | |
| Was the proud land of our fathers | |
| It belongs to us and them | |
| Not to any of the others | |
| Let them go, boys | |
| Let them go, boys | |
| Let them go down in the mud | |
| Where the rivers all run dry | |
| Now bury me at sea | |
| Where no murdered ghost can haunt me | |
| If I rock upon the waves | |
| No corpse can lie upon me | |
| Coming up threes, boys | |
| Coming up threes, boys | |
| Let them go down in the mud | |
| Where the rivers all run dry | |
| If I should fall from grace with God | |
| Where no doctor can relieve me | |
| If I' m buried ' neath the sod | |
| So the angels won' t receive me | |
| Let me go, boys | |
| Let me go, boys | |
| Let me go down in the mud | |
| Where the rivers all run dry |