歌曲 | The Day That Curly Billy Shot Down Crazy Sam Mcgee |
歌手 | The Hollies |
专辑 | Special Collection |
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作词 : Clarke | |
Lyrics:Clarke Music:Clarke | |
Big tall man standing in the street | |
Gun hanging by his side | |
Just one man that he'd like to meet | |
That's when I began to hide | |
I recognised him from the face of his son | |
The hate in his eye didn't lie | |
Oh what I did can't be undone | |
Borrowed time there's none to buy | |
Well I hid round the back of a derelict shack | |
Ain't looking for a mad showdown | |
But he was smart, he'd already checked | |
A week in advance I'd paid down | |
Well the hotel clerk was a fun-loving man | |
The job he had it didn't pay | |
He told all about what happened that night | |
There he is, that's the one's all he'd say | |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
on my bad neighbours doors | |
crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
Let me in I gotta hide | |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee's dying | |
No one to protect our town | |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
he's gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
Big tall man standing in the street | |
now a hand hovering waiting to slide | |
Drew out his gun it wasn't for fun | |
Let me in there's nowhere to hide | |
Well I made my play but it wasn't my day | |
I felt the ripping lead | |
That's when I knew my time was through | |
Rest in peace were the last words he said | |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
on my bad neighbours doors | |
crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
Let me in I gotta hide | |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee's dying | |
No one to protect our town | |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
he's gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
on my bad neighbours doors | |
crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
Let me in I gotta hide | |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee's dying | |
No one to protect our town | |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
he's gonna shoot your sherriff down |
zuo ci : Clarke | |
Lyrics: Clarke Music: Clarke | |
Big tall man standing in the street | |
Gun hanging by his side | |
Just one man that he' d like to meet | |
That' s when I began to hide | |
I recognised him from the face of his son | |
The hate in his eye didn' t lie | |
Oh what I did can' t be undone | |
Borrowed time there' s none to buy | |
Well I hid round the back of a derelict shack | |
Ain' t looking for a mad showdown | |
But he was smart, he' d already checked | |
A week in advance I' d paid down | |
Well the hotel clerk was a funloving man | |
The job he had it didn' t pay | |
He told all about what happened that night | |
There he is, that' s the one' s all he' d say | |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
on my bad neighbours doors | |
crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
Let me in I gotta hide | |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
No one to protect our town | |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
Big tall man standing in the street | |
now a hand hovering waiting to slide | |
Drew out his gun it wasn' t for fun | |
Let me in there' s nowhere to hide | |
Well I made my play but it wasn' t my day | |
I felt the ripping lead | |
That' s when I knew my time was through | |
Rest in peace were the last words he said | |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
on my bad neighbours doors | |
crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
Let me in I gotta hide | |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
No one to protect our town | |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
on my bad neighbours doors | |
crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
Let me in I gotta hide | |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
No one to protect our town | |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down |
zuò cí : Clarke | |
Lyrics: Clarke Music: Clarke | |
Big tall man standing in the street | |
Gun hanging by his side | |
Just one man that he' d like to meet | |
That' s when I began to hide | |
I recognised him from the face of his son | |
The hate in his eye didn' t lie | |
Oh what I did can' t be undone | |
Borrowed time there' s none to buy | |
Well I hid round the back of a derelict shack | |
Ain' t looking for a mad showdown | |
But he was smart, he' d already checked | |
A week in advance I' d paid down | |
Well the hotel clerk was a funloving man | |
The job he had it didn' t pay | |
He told all about what happened that night | |
There he is, that' s the one' s all he' d say | |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
on my bad neighbours doors | |
crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
Let me in I gotta hide | |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
No one to protect our town | |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
Big tall man standing in the street | |
now a hand hovering waiting to slide | |
Drew out his gun it wasn' t for fun | |
Let me in there' s nowhere to hide | |
Well I made my play but it wasn' t my day | |
I felt the ripping lead | |
That' s when I knew my time was through | |
Rest in peace were the last words he said | |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
on my bad neighbours doors | |
crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
Let me in I gotta hide | |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
No one to protect our town | |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
on my bad neighbours doors | |
crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
Let me in I gotta hide | |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
No one to protect our town | |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down |