歌曲 | Good As She Could Be |
歌手 | John Hiatt |
专辑 | Walk On |
作词 : Hiatt | |
Well she was a millionaire | |
Before she was fourteen | |
But there was an emptiness there | |
That to practically everyone else could be seen | |
She hit up on the drug of love | |
Though there was no hole in her arm | |
There was a hole some place else | |
About as big as dady 10.000 acre farm | |
Chorus: | |
Oh, she was dying for it | |
For all the world to see | |
Ah, she was as good as she could be | |
Well she had a baby at eighteen | |
Never finished high school | |
Her husband beat her for money and sex | |
Till that cadillac finally ran out of fuel | |
One disaster led to another | |
Down to her and her baby son | |
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth | |
Headed south now | |
Cause she was never born to run | |
Chorus twice | |
Well her momma died last year | |
And her daddy he called her back home | |
But when he opened the door | |
He could not recognize | |
This spectre of hair and bone | |
But it was his own baby child | |
Though she looked like an old woman now | |
Well she lived ten lifetimes in five years | |
Anywhere that the law would allow | |
Chorus twice | |
Yeah, she was good as she could be | |
Ah, she was good as she could be |
zuò cí : Hiatt | |
Well she was a millionaire | |
Before she was fourteen | |
But there was an emptiness there | |
That to practically everyone else could be seen | |
She hit up on the drug of love | |
Though there was no hole in her arm | |
There was a hole some place else | |
About as big as dady 10. 000 acre farm | |
Chorus: | |
Oh, she was dying for it | |
For all the world to see | |
Ah, she was as good as she could be | |
Well she had a baby at eighteen | |
Never finished high school | |
Her husband beat her for money and sex | |
Till that cadillac finally ran out of fuel | |
One disaster led to another | |
Down to her and her baby son | |
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth | |
Headed south now | |
Cause she was never born to run | |
Chorus twice | |
Well her momma died last year | |
And her daddy he called her back home | |
But when he opened the door | |
He could not recognize | |
This spectre of hair and bone | |
But it was his own baby child | |
Though she looked like an old woman now | |
Well she lived ten lifetimes in five years | |
Anywhere that the law would allow | |
Chorus twice | |
Yeah, she was good as she could be | |
Ah, she was good as she could be |