Gustavo

Gustavo 歌词

歌曲	Gustavo
歌手	Mark Kozelek
专辑	Live At Victoria Teatern And Stenhammarsalen
下载	Image LRC TXT

	I wrote a check and I bought an old house
	I got a TV and a worn-out couch
	Hired a guy named Gustavo and his friends
	To fix it up from the foundation
	Oh god, those motherfuckers drove me nuts
	With their electrical saws and mariachi music
	But they really stepped it up man
	And put their backs into it
	But they lived pretty far away
	They wanted to stay for a couple of months
	'Til the work got done and I said sure
	Made ‘em a key and got ‘em a microwave
	Gustavo was an illegal immigrant
	He took the money that I gave him
	And he went and spent it on strippers and casinos
	And every once in a while with them I’d go
	It gets boring out in the mountains, you know
	Chopping wood, falling asleep to the TV snow
	Making ground beef tacos
	On the top of a potbellied stove
	Eating noodles from a Styrofoam cup
	Waiting for a ride that never shows up
	Walking into town, browsing the windows
	Looking at rifles, looking at ammo
	At night when everything’s closed
	In my wet boots, in my winter clothes
	One night they were headed for Tahoe
	They asked me along but I said fuck no
	'Cause I was tired and my money was tight
	And they just laughed and said alright
	And on the way back they got stopped
	By a redneck sunnyside highway cop
	Gustavo was drunk and had an ounce of pot
	And spent the night on a jailhouse cot
	They deported him back to Mexico
	He called me collect from a Tijuana pay phone
	Asking man, could you wire me money?
	2500 for a border coyote
	He needed work and he missed his family
	But I hung up and I said I’m sorry
	But I hung up and I felt uneasy
	I hung up and my heart was heavy
	I hung up and my back was aching
	Picking up the work they’d left in front of me
	The demoed walls and the pulled up floors
	The busted up cabinets and the broken drawers
	The kitchen sink was laying in the backyard
	And I looked down and my hands were trembling
	And I looked up and my roof was leaking
	Now I still sleep on my beat-up old couch
	In the living room of my unfinished house
	I got a licensed contractor
	But he quit cause his wife was dying of cancer
	But what the hell, I’m just here trying to find answers
	To find peace of mind, to get a piece of the rock
	A place to put my mental clock
	And my old guitars and gently rock
	Back and forth in my front porch chair
	Without a worry, without a care
	I’m doing alright but I’m still not there
	My house ain’t done, but it’s alright
	Floors ain’t level, but I ain’t some suburban
	Who cares about bathroom tiles
	Straight lines and building codes and Chinese wind chimes
	My house ain’t done, but it’s fine
	Come out here from time to time
	In December for the snow
	And in July to watch the roses
	My gardener asks had I seen Gustavo?
	I just laughed and I said fuck no
	Not since that night he left
	His hair combed back, headed for Tahoe
	My girlfriend asked had I heard from that guy from Mexico?
	I said you mean Gustavo?
	And I just laughed and I said no
	Not since he called from the Tijuana pay phone
	Really I don’t give much thought to Gustavo
	I love to go out to the mountains, though
	And in the fall, feel the breeze blow
	And in the winter, watch the falling snow
	And in the spring, love the rainbows
	And in the summer smell the roses
	White and red and yellow

	I wrote a check and I bought an old house
	I got a TV and a wornout couch
	Hired a guy named Gustavo and his friends
	To fix it up from the foundation
	Oh god, those motherfuckers drove me nuts
	With their electrical saws and mariachi music
	But they really stepped it up man
	And put their backs into it
	But they lived pretty far away
	They wanted to stay for a couple of months
	' Til the work got done and I said sure
	Made ' em a key and got ' em a microwave
	Gustavo was an illegal immigrant
	He took the money that I gave him
	And he went and spent it on strippers and casinos
	And every once in a while with them I' d go
	It gets boring out in the mountains, you know
	Chopping wood, falling asleep to the TV snow
	Making ground beef tacos
	On the top of a potbellied stove
	Eating noodles from a Styrofoam cup
	Waiting for a ride that never shows up
	Walking into town, browsing the windows
	Looking at rifles, looking at ammo
	At night when everything' s closed
	In my wet boots, in my winter clothes
	One night they were headed for Tahoe
	They asked me along but I said fuck no
	' Cause I was tired and my money was tight
	And they just laughed and said alright
	And on the way back they got stopped
	By a redneck sunnyside highway cop
	Gustavo was drunk and had an ounce of pot
	And spent the night on a jailhouse cot
	They deported him back to Mexico
	He called me collect from a Tijuana pay phone
	Asking man, could you wire me money?
	2500 for a border coyote
	He needed work and he missed his family
	But I hung up and I said I' m sorry
	But I hung up and I felt uneasy
	I hung up and my heart was heavy
	I hung up and my back was aching
	Picking up the work they' d left in front of me
	The demoed walls and the pulled up floors
	The busted up cabinets and the broken drawers
	The kitchen sink was laying in the backyard
	And I looked down and my hands were trembling
	And I looked up and my roof was leaking
	Now I still sleep on my beatup old couch
	In the living room of my unfinished house
	I got a licensed contractor
	But he quit cause his wife was dying of cancer
	But what the hell, I' m just here trying to find answers
	To find peace of mind, to get a piece of the rock
	A place to put my mental clock
	And my old guitars and gently rock
	Back and forth in my front porch chair
	Without a worry, without a care
	I' m doing alright but I' m still not there
	My house ain' t done, but it' s alright
	Floors ain' t level, but I ain' t some suburban
	Who cares about bathroom tiles
	Straight lines and building codes and Chinese wind chimes
	My house ain' t done, but it' s fine
	Come out here from time to time
	In December for the snow
	And in July to watch the roses
	My gardener asks had I seen Gustavo?
	I just laughed and I said fuck no
	Not since that night he left
	His hair combed back, headed for Tahoe
	My girlfriend asked had I heard from that guy from Mexico?
	I said you mean Gustavo?
	And I just laughed and I said no
	Not since he called from the Tijuana pay phone
	Really I don' t give much thought to Gustavo
	I love to go out to the mountains, though
	And in the fall, feel the breeze blow
	And in the winter, watch the falling snow
	And in the spring, love the rainbows
	And in the summer smell the roses
	White and red and yellow

	I wrote a check and I bought an old house
	I got a TV and a wornout couch
	Hired a guy named Gustavo and his friends
	To fix it up from the foundation
	Oh god, those motherfuckers drove me nuts
	With their electrical saws and mariachi music
	But they really stepped it up man
	And put their backs into it
	But they lived pretty far away
	They wanted to stay for a couple of months
	' Til the work got done and I said sure
	Made ' em a key and got ' em a microwave
	Gustavo was an illegal immigrant
	He took the money that I gave him
	And he went and spent it on strippers and casinos
	And every once in a while with them I' d go
	It gets boring out in the mountains, you know
	Chopping wood, falling asleep to the TV snow
	Making ground beef tacos
	On the top of a potbellied stove
	Eating noodles from a Styrofoam cup
	Waiting for a ride that never shows up
	Walking into town, browsing the windows
	Looking at rifles, looking at ammo
	At night when everything' s closed
	In my wet boots, in my winter clothes
	One night they were headed for Tahoe
	They asked me along but I said fuck no
	' Cause I was tired and my money was tight
	And they just laughed and said alright
	And on the way back they got stopped
	By a redneck sunnyside highway cop
	Gustavo was drunk and had an ounce of pot
	And spent the night on a jailhouse cot
	They deported him back to Mexico
	He called me collect from a Tijuana pay phone
	Asking man, could you wire me money?
	2500 for a border coyote
	He needed work and he missed his family
	But I hung up and I said I' m sorry
	But I hung up and I felt uneasy
	I hung up and my heart was heavy
	I hung up and my back was aching
	Picking up the work they' d left in front of me
	The demoed walls and the pulled up floors
	The busted up cabinets and the broken drawers
	The kitchen sink was laying in the backyard
	And I looked down and my hands were trembling
	And I looked up and my roof was leaking
	Now I still sleep on my beatup old couch
	In the living room of my unfinished house
	I got a licensed contractor
	But he quit cause his wife was dying of cancer
	But what the hell, I' m just here trying to find answers
	To find peace of mind, to get a piece of the rock
	A place to put my mental clock
	And my old guitars and gently rock
	Back and forth in my front porch chair
	Without a worry, without a care
	I' m doing alright but I' m still not there
	My house ain' t done, but it' s alright
	Floors ain' t level, but I ain' t some suburban
	Who cares about bathroom tiles
	Straight lines and building codes and Chinese wind chimes
	My house ain' t done, but it' s fine
	Come out here from time to time
	In December for the snow
	And in July to watch the roses
	My gardener asks had I seen Gustavo?
	I just laughed and I said fuck no
	Not since that night he left
	His hair combed back, headed for Tahoe
	My girlfriend asked had I heard from that guy from Mexico?
	I said you mean Gustavo?
	And I just laughed and I said no
	Not since he called from the Tijuana pay phone
	Really I don' t give much thought to Gustavo
	I love to go out to the mountains, though
	And in the fall, feel the breeze blow
	And in the winter, watch the falling snow
	And in the spring, love the rainbows
	And in the summer smell the roses
	White and red and yellow

Gustavo 歌词

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