歌曲 | Be Careful Who You Love (Arthur's Song) |
歌手 | Hank Williams, Jr. |
专辑 | Pure Hank |
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作词 : Howard | |
The old guitar picker had run out of liquor | |
So I sat down beside him and bought him a drink | |
Then I bought him another and finally some color | |
Returned to his cheeks and he said with a wink | |
"Son, I worked with your daddy, I knew Ernest and ol' Lefty | |
I played on the Oprey back when it was strong | |
But it's show-biz you know, sometimes it gets slow | |
So buy me another and I'll sing you a song" | |
"Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue | |
Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too" | |
Well, you like it, I see and that's real pleasin' to me | |
'Cause Bocephus, I've wrote hundreds and some you know well | |
I wrote and sold 'em, they bought 'em and stoled 'em | |
But paper is cheap, why they're just tunes, what the heck | |
Then he tried to sell me the song he'd just song me | |
I told him that song is a piece of your soul | |
"Keep your song, here's some money", said Hank Jr. | |
"Bless you, son" | |
And I heard him singin' as I walked out the door | |
He said, "Now Hank remember" | |
"Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue | |
Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too" | |
Well, that was about a year ago and now friends wouldn't ya know | |
The songs a big hit, some superstar claims he wrote | |
He sings it and grins and the money rolls in | |
It's a wonder the words don't stick in his throat | |
Now I think of that writer, his name was Arthur and I often wonder | |
Just how many hit songs he sold in his time | |
And how many men take the gift that God gave 'em | |
And throw it away for the pretty red wine, quite a few | |
Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue | |
Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too |
zuo ci : Howard | |
The old guitar picker had run out of liquor | |
So I sat down beside him and bought him a drink | |
Then I bought him another and finally some color | |
Returned to his cheeks and he said with a wink | |
" Son, I worked with your daddy, I knew Ernest and ol' Lefty | |
I played on the Oprey back when it was strong | |
But it' s showbiz you know, sometimes it gets slow | |
So buy me another and I' ll sing you a song" | |
" Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue | |
Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too" | |
Well, you like it, I see and that' s real pleasin' to me | |
' Cause Bocephus, I' ve wrote hundreds and some you know well | |
I wrote and sold ' em, they bought ' em and stoled ' em | |
But paper is cheap, why they' re just tunes, what the heck | |
Then he tried to sell me the song he' d just song me | |
I told him that song is a piece of your soul | |
" Keep your song, here' s some money", said Hank Jr. | |
" Bless you, son" | |
And I heard him singin' as I walked out the door | |
He said, " Now Hank remember" | |
" Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue | |
Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too" | |
Well, that was about a year ago and now friends wouldn' t ya know | |
The songs a big hit, some superstar claims he wrote | |
He sings it and grins and the money rolls in | |
It' s a wonder the words don' t stick in his throat | |
Now I think of that writer, his name was Arthur and I often wonder | |
Just how many hit songs he sold in his time | |
And how many men take the gift that God gave ' em | |
And throw it away for the pretty red wine, quite a few | |
Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue | |
Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too |
zuò cí : Howard | |
The old guitar picker had run out of liquor | |
So I sat down beside him and bought him a drink | |
Then I bought him another and finally some color | |
Returned to his cheeks and he said with a wink | |
" Son, I worked with your daddy, I knew Ernest and ol' Lefty | |
I played on the Oprey back when it was strong | |
But it' s showbiz you know, sometimes it gets slow | |
So buy me another and I' ll sing you a song" | |
" Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue | |
Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too" | |
Well, you like it, I see and that' s real pleasin' to me | |
' Cause Bocephus, I' ve wrote hundreds and some you know well | |
I wrote and sold ' em, they bought ' em and stoled ' em | |
But paper is cheap, why they' re just tunes, what the heck | |
Then he tried to sell me the song he' d just song me | |
I told him that song is a piece of your soul | |
" Keep your song, here' s some money", said Hank Jr. | |
" Bless you, son" | |
And I heard him singin' as I walked out the door | |
He said, " Now Hank remember" | |
" Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue | |
Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too" | |
Well, that was about a year ago and now friends wouldn' t ya know | |
The songs a big hit, some superstar claims he wrote | |
He sings it and grins and the money rolls in | |
It' s a wonder the words don' t stick in his throat | |
Now I think of that writer, his name was Arthur and I often wonder | |
Just how many hit songs he sold in his time | |
And how many men take the gift that God gave ' em | |
And throw it away for the pretty red wine, quite a few | |
Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue | |
Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too |