| 歌曲 | Love Is a Never Ending War |
| 歌手 | David Allan Coe |
| 专辑 | Unchained/Son of the South: Plus |
| 作词 : Blackwell | |
| Love Is A Never Ending War (D. Blackwell) | |
| Well I dozed off in the back of the bus | |
| to the groan of the Greyhounds throttle | |
| and I woke to crack of a paper sack | |
| and a cork poppin' from a bottle | |
| I tell you son the old man said | |
| it was hell in world war two | |
| as he rolled up his pant leg | |
| I saw the wood that filled his shoe | |
| the younger man who followed him in opened up his vest | |
| showed the older soldier where he caught one in the chest | |
| both of them had purple hearts for the hell that they've been through | |
| well I don't have no purple heart mine's just black and blue | |
| Chorus: | |
| Oh love is a never ending war | |
| march me into action | |
| and we'll train for what's in store | |
| you win some and you lose some | |
| but I believe in what i'm fightin' for | |
| oh love is a never ending war | |
| They where half-way through that bottle | |
| and they where gettin' high | |
| I never fought in those two wars | |
| but Lord my throat was dry | |
| so I showed them scars and stitches | |
| inflicted by Maria | |
| but I didn't think that would give me a drink | |
| so I blamed it on Korea | |
| I parted my hair and I showed them where | |
| I got shrapnel from a grenade | |
| I just couldn't tell it was where Annabelle | |
| put a glas of lemonade | |
| how that I've been tortured by the blade of a bajonet | |
| and I never forget that hot August night | |
| and the fingernails of Jeanet | |
| Chorus | |
| As I neared my destination I saw tears well in their eyes | |
| partly from the drinkin' but mostly from my lies | |
| and they stood up to salute me | |
| as I stepped down from the bus | |
| and out of the open window they yelled | |
| give her hell for us | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Blackwell | |
| Love Is A Never Ending War D. Blackwell | |
| Well I dozed off in the back of the bus | |
| to the groan of the Greyhounds throttle | |
| and I woke to crack of a paper sack | |
| and a cork poppin' from a bottle | |
| I tell you son the old man said | |
| it was hell in world war two | |
| as he rolled up his pant leg | |
| I saw the wood that filled his shoe | |
| the younger man who followed him in opened up his vest | |
| showed the older soldier where he caught one in the chest | |
| both of them had purple hearts for the hell that they' ve been through | |
| well I don' t have no purple heart mine' s just black and blue | |
| Chorus: | |
| Oh love is a never ending war | |
| march me into action | |
| and we' ll train for what' s in store | |
| you win some and you lose some | |
| but I believe in what i' m fightin' for | |
| oh love is a never ending war | |
| They where halfway through that bottle | |
| and they where gettin' high | |
| I never fought in those two wars | |
| but Lord my throat was dry | |
| so I showed them scars and stitches | |
| inflicted by Maria | |
| but I didn' t think that would give me a drink | |
| so I blamed it on Korea | |
| I parted my hair and I showed them where | |
| I got shrapnel from a grenade | |
| I just couldn' t tell it was where Annabelle | |
| put a glas of lemonade | |
| how that I' ve been tortured by the blade of a bajonet | |
| and I never forget that hot August night | |
| and the fingernails of Jeanet | |
| Chorus | |
| As I neared my destination I saw tears well in their eyes | |
| partly from the drinkin' but mostly from my lies | |
| and they stood up to salute me | |
| as I stepped down from the bus | |
| and out of the open window they yelled | |
| give her hell for us | |
| Chorus |