歌曲 | Billy Austin |
歌手 | Steve Earle |
专辑 | The Hard Way |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Earle | |
My name is billy austin | |
I'm twenty-nine years old | |
I was born in oklahoma | |
Quarter cherokee i'm told | |
Don't remember oklahoma | |
Been so long since i left home | |
Seems like i've always been in prison | |
Like i've always been alone | |
Didn't mean to hurt nobody | |
Never thought i'd cross that line | |
I held up a filling station | |
Like i'd done a hundred times | |
The kid done like i told him | |
He lay face down on the floor | |
Guess i'll never know what made me | |
Turn and walk back through that door | |
The shot rang out like thunder | |
My ears rang like a bell | |
No one came runnin' | |
So i called the cops myself | |
Took their time to get there | |
And i guess i could'a run | |
I knew i should be feeling something | |
But i never shed tear one | |
I didn't even make the papers | |
'cause i only killed one man | |
But my trial was over quickly | |
And then the long hard wait began | |
Court appointed lawyer | |
Couldn't look me in the eye | |
He just stood up and closed his briefcase | |
When they sentenced me to die | |
Now my waitin's over | |
As the final hour drags by | |
I ain't about to tell you | |
That i don't deserve to die | |
But there's twenty-seven men here | |
Mostly black, brown and poor | |
Most of em are guilty | |
Who are you to say for sure? | |
So when the preacher comes to get me | |
And they shave off all my hair | |
Could you take that long walk with me | |
Knowing hell is waitin' there | |
Could you pull that switch yourself sir | |
With a sure and steady hand | |
Could you still tell youself | |
That you're better than i am | |
My name is billy austin | |
I'm twenty-nine years old | |
I was born in oklahoma | |
Quarter cherokee i'm told |
zuo ci : Earle | |
My name is billy austin | |
I' m twentynine years old | |
I was born in oklahoma | |
Quarter cherokee i' m told | |
Don' t remember oklahoma | |
Been so long since i left home | |
Seems like i' ve always been in prison | |
Like i' ve always been alone | |
Didn' t mean to hurt nobody | |
Never thought i' d cross that line | |
I held up a filling station | |
Like i' d done a hundred times | |
The kid done like i told him | |
He lay face down on the floor | |
Guess i' ll never know what made me | |
Turn and walk back through that door | |
The shot rang out like thunder | |
My ears rang like a bell | |
No one came runnin' | |
So i called the cops myself | |
Took their time to get there | |
And i guess i could' a run | |
I knew i should be feeling something | |
But i never shed tear one | |
I didn' t even make the papers | |
' cause i only killed one man | |
But my trial was over quickly | |
And then the long hard wait began | |
Court appointed lawyer | |
Couldn' t look me in the eye | |
He just stood up and closed his briefcase | |
When they sentenced me to die | |
Now my waitin' s over | |
As the final hour drags by | |
I ain' t about to tell you | |
That i don' t deserve to die | |
But there' s twentyseven men here | |
Mostly black, brown and poor | |
Most of em are guilty | |
Who are you to say for sure? | |
So when the preacher comes to get me | |
And they shave off all my hair | |
Could you take that long walk with me | |
Knowing hell is waitin' there | |
Could you pull that switch yourself sir | |
With a sure and steady hand | |
Could you still tell youself | |
That you' re better than i am | |
My name is billy austin | |
I' m twentynine years old | |
I was born in oklahoma | |
Quarter cherokee i' m told |
zuò cí : Earle | |
My name is billy austin | |
I' m twentynine years old | |
I was born in oklahoma | |
Quarter cherokee i' m told | |
Don' t remember oklahoma | |
Been so long since i left home | |
Seems like i' ve always been in prison | |
Like i' ve always been alone | |
Didn' t mean to hurt nobody | |
Never thought i' d cross that line | |
I held up a filling station | |
Like i' d done a hundred times | |
The kid done like i told him | |
He lay face down on the floor | |
Guess i' ll never know what made me | |
Turn and walk back through that door | |
The shot rang out like thunder | |
My ears rang like a bell | |
No one came runnin' | |
So i called the cops myself | |
Took their time to get there | |
And i guess i could' a run | |
I knew i should be feeling something | |
But i never shed tear one | |
I didn' t even make the papers | |
' cause i only killed one man | |
But my trial was over quickly | |
And then the long hard wait began | |
Court appointed lawyer | |
Couldn' t look me in the eye | |
He just stood up and closed his briefcase | |
When they sentenced me to die | |
Now my waitin' s over | |
As the final hour drags by | |
I ain' t about to tell you | |
That i don' t deserve to die | |
But there' s twentyseven men here | |
Mostly black, brown and poor | |
Most of em are guilty | |
Who are you to say for sure? | |
So when the preacher comes to get me | |
And they shave off all my hair | |
Could you take that long walk with me | |
Knowing hell is waitin' there | |
Could you pull that switch yourself sir | |
With a sure and steady hand | |
Could you still tell youself | |
That you' re better than i am | |
My name is billy austin | |
I' m twentynine years old | |
I was born in oklahoma | |
Quarter cherokee i' m told |