歌曲 | Tom Ames' Prayer |
歌手 | Steve Earle |
专辑 | Together at the Bluebird Café |
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作词 : Earle | |
Everyone in nacadoches knew tom ames would come to some bad end | |
Well the sheriff had cought him stealin' chickens and such | |
By the time that he was ten | |
And one day his daddy took a ten dollar bill | |
And he tucked it in his hand | |
He said i can tell you're headed for trouble son | |
And your momma wouldn't understand | |
So he took that money and his brothers old bay | |
And he left without a word of thanks | |
Fell in with a crowd in some border town | |
And took to robbin' banks | |
Outside the law your luck will run out fast | |
And a few years came and went | |
'till he's trapped in an alley in abilene | |
With all but four shells spent | |
And he realized prayin' was the only thing | |
That he hadn't ever tried | |
Well he wasn't sure he knew quite how | |
But he looked up to the sky | |
Said you don't owe me nothin' and as far as i know | |
Lord don't owe nothin' to you | |
And i ain't askin' for a miracle lord | |
Just a little bit of luck will do | |
And you know i ain't never prayed before | |
But it always seemed to me | |
If prayin' is the same as beggin' lord | |
I don't take no charity | |
Yeah but right now lord with my back to the wall | |
Can't help but recall | |
How they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse | |
In fort smith arkansas | |
Judge parker said guilty and the gavel came down | |
Just like a cannon shot | |
And i went away quietly | |
And i began to file and plot | |
Well they sent the preacher down to my cell | |
He said the lord is your only hope | |
He's the only friend that you gonna have | |
When you hit the end of parker's rope | |
Well i guess he coulda' kept on preachin' 'till christmas | |
But he turned his back on me | |
I put a home made blade to that golden throat | |
And asked the deputy for the key | |
Well it ain't the first close call i ever had | |
I'm sure you already know | |
I had some help from you lord and the devil himself | |
It's been strictly touch and go | |
Yeah but who in the hell am i talkin' to | |
There ain't no one here but me | |
Then he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt | |
And he walked out in the street |
zuo ci : Earle | |
Everyone in nacadoches knew tom ames would come to some bad end | |
Well the sheriff had cought him stealin' chickens and such | |
By the time that he was ten | |
And one day his daddy took a ten dollar bill | |
And he tucked it in his hand | |
He said i can tell you' re headed for trouble son | |
And your momma wouldn' t understand | |
So he took that money and his brothers old bay | |
And he left without a word of thanks | |
Fell in with a crowd in some border town | |
And took to robbin' banks | |
Outside the law your luck will run out fast | |
And a few years came and went | |
' till he' s trapped in an alley in abilene | |
With all but four shells spent | |
And he realized prayin' was the only thing | |
That he hadn' t ever tried | |
Well he wasn' t sure he knew quite how | |
But he looked up to the sky | |
Said you don' t owe me nothin' and as far as i know | |
Lord don' t owe nothin' to you | |
And i ain' t askin' for a miracle lord | |
Just a little bit of luck will do | |
And you know i ain' t never prayed before | |
But it always seemed to me | |
If prayin' is the same as beggin' lord | |
I don' t take no charity | |
Yeah but right now lord with my back to the wall | |
Can' t help but recall | |
How they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse | |
In fort smith arkansas | |
Judge parker said guilty and the gavel came down | |
Just like a cannon shot | |
And i went away quietly | |
And i began to file and plot | |
Well they sent the preacher down to my cell | |
He said the lord is your only hope | |
He' s the only friend that you gonna have | |
When you hit the end of parker' s rope | |
Well i guess he coulda' kept on preachin' ' till christmas | |
But he turned his back on me | |
I put a home made blade to that golden throat | |
And asked the deputy for the key | |
Well it ain' t the first close call i ever had | |
I' m sure you already know | |
I had some help from you lord and the devil himself | |
It' s been strictly touch and go | |
Yeah but who in the hell am i talkin' to | |
There ain' t no one here but me | |
Then he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt | |
And he walked out in the street |
zuò cí : Earle | |
Everyone in nacadoches knew tom ames would come to some bad end | |
Well the sheriff had cought him stealin' chickens and such | |
By the time that he was ten | |
And one day his daddy took a ten dollar bill | |
And he tucked it in his hand | |
He said i can tell you' re headed for trouble son | |
And your momma wouldn' t understand | |
So he took that money and his brothers old bay | |
And he left without a word of thanks | |
Fell in with a crowd in some border town | |
And took to robbin' banks | |
Outside the law your luck will run out fast | |
And a few years came and went | |
' till he' s trapped in an alley in abilene | |
With all but four shells spent | |
And he realized prayin' was the only thing | |
That he hadn' t ever tried | |
Well he wasn' t sure he knew quite how | |
But he looked up to the sky | |
Said you don' t owe me nothin' and as far as i know | |
Lord don' t owe nothin' to you | |
And i ain' t askin' for a miracle lord | |
Just a little bit of luck will do | |
And you know i ain' t never prayed before | |
But it always seemed to me | |
If prayin' is the same as beggin' lord | |
I don' t take no charity | |
Yeah but right now lord with my back to the wall | |
Can' t help but recall | |
How they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse | |
In fort smith arkansas | |
Judge parker said guilty and the gavel came down | |
Just like a cannon shot | |
And i went away quietly | |
And i began to file and plot | |
Well they sent the preacher down to my cell | |
He said the lord is your only hope | |
He' s the only friend that you gonna have | |
When you hit the end of parker' s rope | |
Well i guess he coulda' kept on preachin' ' till christmas | |
But he turned his back on me | |
I put a home made blade to that golden throat | |
And asked the deputy for the key | |
Well it ain' t the first close call i ever had | |
I' m sure you already know | |
I had some help from you lord and the devil himself | |
It' s been strictly touch and go | |
Yeah but who in the hell am i talkin' to | |
There ain' t no one here but me | |
Then he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt | |
And he walked out in the street |