歌曲 | Las Cruces jail |
歌手 | Two Gallants |
专辑 | Rockdelux 256 - Sidecar Cd |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Well, I spent last night | |
In Las Cruces jail | |
Rain and hail, born to fail | |
Nobody come for to go my bail | |
Sun, don't you rise no more? | |
Guess I killed one man on the county line | |
Took his dime and I blew his mind | |
Now I'm just sittin' here, doin' time | |
Sun, don't you rise no more | |
A restless wind is whistling | |
Through the canyons, through my head | |
Through all the straits that I've survived | |
And in my hour of darkness | |
I keep counsel with the dead | |
Just enough to remind me I'm alive | |
I wrote to the governor for to hear my plea | |
But he don't even answer me | |
The judge said | |
He's bound to set my spirit free | |
Sun, don't you rise no more? | |
Gavel fell, he chose the day | |
Friday, the thirteenth of May | |
But I don't plan to go that way | |
Sun, don't you rise no more? | |
That's twenty one fell by my gun | |
With bullets in their brains | |
Just need one more to match my age | |
Then I'll count my killin' done | |
But I won't deny my name | |
Quickest wrist | |
Of the chaparral and sage | |
Now desperate times | |
Call for desperate men | |
I'm just a kid but I'll pretend | |
My time will come but until then | |
Sun, don't you rise no more? | |
But I see that gallows altar | |
That circle 'round the sun | |
They'll hang me if I stay here | |
Shoot me if I run | |
That jailer better watch his pride | |
Or off my wrists these shackles slide | |
Hear my restless forty five | |
Sun, don't you rise no more? | |
And down the valley, down the road | |
To infamy I'll ride | |
I'll take my pardon on the run | |
With a trail of death behind me | |
And Deluvina at my side | |
Two silhouettes against the sun | |
Goodnight, my Andalucía | |
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya | |
And while you're heading slowly | |
To some place I can't respect | |
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets |
Well, I spent last night | |
In Las Cruces jail | |
Rain and hail, born to fail | |
Nobody come for to go my bail | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
Guess I killed one man on the county line | |
Took his dime and I blew his mind | |
Now I' m just sittin' here, doin' time | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more | |
A restless wind is whistling | |
Through the canyons, through my head | |
Through all the straits that I' ve survived | |
And in my hour of darkness | |
I keep counsel with the dead | |
Just enough to remind me I' m alive | |
I wrote to the governor for to hear my plea | |
But he don' t even answer me | |
The judge said | |
He' s bound to set my spirit free | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
Gavel fell, he chose the day | |
Friday, the thirteenth of May | |
But I don' t plan to go that way | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
That' s twenty one fell by my gun | |
With bullets in their brains | |
Just need one more to match my age | |
Then I' ll count my killin' done | |
But I won' t deny my name | |
Quickest wrist | |
Of the chaparral and sage | |
Now desperate times | |
Call for desperate men | |
I' m just a kid but I' ll pretend | |
My time will come but until then | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
But I see that gallows altar | |
That circle ' round the sun | |
They' ll hang me if I stay here | |
Shoot me if I run | |
That jailer better watch his pride | |
Or off my wrists these shackles slide | |
Hear my restless forty five | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
And down the valley, down the road | |
To infamy I' ll ride | |
I' ll take my pardon on the run | |
With a trail of death behind me | |
And Deluvina at my side | |
Two silhouettes against the sun | |
Goodnight, my Andaluc shy a | |
Don' t buy all the lies that they feed ya | |
And while you' re heading slowly | |
To some place I can' t respect | |
I' ll keep you in my collection of regrets |
Well, I spent last night | |
In Las Cruces jail | |
Rain and hail, born to fail | |
Nobody come for to go my bail | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
Guess I killed one man on the county line | |
Took his dime and I blew his mind | |
Now I' m just sittin' here, doin' time | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more | |
A restless wind is whistling | |
Through the canyons, through my head | |
Through all the straits that I' ve survived | |
And in my hour of darkness | |
I keep counsel with the dead | |
Just enough to remind me I' m alive | |
I wrote to the governor for to hear my plea | |
But he don' t even answer me | |
The judge said | |
He' s bound to set my spirit free | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
Gavel fell, he chose the day | |
Friday, the thirteenth of May | |
But I don' t plan to go that way | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
That' s twenty one fell by my gun | |
With bullets in their brains | |
Just need one more to match my age | |
Then I' ll count my killin' done | |
But I won' t deny my name | |
Quickest wrist | |
Of the chaparral and sage | |
Now desperate times | |
Call for desperate men | |
I' m just a kid but I' ll pretend | |
My time will come but until then | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
But I see that gallows altar | |
That circle ' round the sun | |
They' ll hang me if I stay here | |
Shoot me if I run | |
That jailer better watch his pride | |
Or off my wrists these shackles slide | |
Hear my restless forty five | |
Sun, don' t you rise no more? | |
And down the valley, down the road | |
To infamy I' ll ride | |
I' ll take my pardon on the run | |
With a trail of death behind me | |
And Deluvina at my side | |
Two silhouettes against the sun | |
Goodnight, my Andaluc shy a | |
Don' t buy all the lies that they feed ya | |
And while you' re heading slowly | |
To some place I can' t respect | |
I' ll keep you in my collection of regrets |