| 歌曲 | Not So Far to Go |
| 歌手 | Kelly Joe Phelps |
| 专辑 | Tap the Red Cane Whirlwind [live] |
| 作词 : | |
| Ginger had dyed her hair red to fit her name | |
| Burny pocked his arms with a pack of | |
| Camel Lights | |
| Long sleeves outdoors to keep the kids from crying | |
| And Ginger climbed the high wire just to make them cheer | |
| Trapeze float in a buttercup parade | |
| With clowns and plastic parachutes, three red, the same | |
| Clutched arms and fire dropped in a bar in | |
| New York city | |
| It's not so far to go, oh, it's not so far to go to find trouble | |
| Bus rattles downstairs, downtown flying | |
| With a green seat empty and a window cracked | |
| Sleeping Johnny snores, dreaming oceans and whores | |
| All the while gluing tile on basement doors | |
| He's Burny | |
| Arms brother, | |
| Ginger's other mate | |
| Oh, it's too late to tap the till, money's gone | |
| Arm holes and long locks, a house with nothing in it | |
| Hmm, it's not so far to go to find trouble, ooh | |
| The Lord, it's not so far to go to find trouble | |
| Thousand mile handhold might keep the party still | |
| If the holes heal well and the hair stays red | |
| We'll climb another roof top and scare the crooks away | |
| A gypsy and a singer in the bone yard | |
| Yeah, walking the moonlight, losing the sign | |
| Oh, sleeping | |
| Johnny wakes, doesn't know where he is | |
| Bus stop in upstate, a bar in | |
| New York City | |
| It's not so far to go, it's not so far to go, | |
| Lord, it's not so far | |
| Yeah, I don't know, it's not so far to go to find trouble, no |
| zuò cí : | |
| Ginger had dyed her hair red to fit her name | |
| Burny pocked his arms with a pack of | |
| Camel Lights | |
| Long sleeves outdoors to keep the kids from crying | |
| And Ginger climbed the high wire just to make them cheer | |
| Trapeze float in a buttercup parade | |
| With clowns and plastic parachutes, three red, the same | |
| Clutched arms and fire dropped in a bar in | |
| New York city | |
| It' s not so far to go, oh, it' s not so far to go to find trouble | |
| Bus rattles downstairs, downtown flying | |
| With a green seat empty and a window cracked | |
| Sleeping Johnny snores, dreaming oceans and whores | |
| All the while gluing tile on basement doors | |
| He' s Burny | |
| Arms brother, | |
| Ginger' s other mate | |
| Oh, it' s too late to tap the till, money' s gone | |
| Arm holes and long locks, a house with nothing in it | |
| Hmm, it' s not so far to go to find trouble, ooh | |
| The Lord, it' s not so far to go to find trouble | |
| Thousand mile handhold might keep the party still | |
| If the holes heal well and the hair stays red | |
| We' ll climb another roof top and scare the crooks away | |
| A gypsy and a singer in the bone yard | |
| Yeah, walking the moonlight, losing the sign | |
| Oh, sleeping | |
| Johnny wakes, doesn' t know where he is | |
| Bus stop in upstate, a bar in | |
| New York City | |
| It' s not so far to go, it' s not so far to go, | |
| Lord, it' s not so far | |
| Yeah, I don' t know, it' s not so far to go to find trouble, no |