歌曲 | Justice in Ontario |
歌手 | Steve Earle |
专辑 | The Hard Way |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Earle | |
Oh you who hail from ontario | |
Know the tale of the donnelly's oh | |
Died at the hands of a mob that night | |
Every child and man by the oil torch light | |
Jim donnelly was no angel sure | |
But they burned his barn, broke down the door | |
Well the children cried while they killed old jim | |
Then they killed his wife, then they turned on them | |
No judge, no jury, no hangman, no justice in ontario | |
A hundred years or more have turned | |
And you always hear how much we've learned | |
Well a man lay dead in a port hope bar | |
And the blood ran red on a hardwood floor | |
And the big men ran through the nearest door | |
Only one man knew what had happened for sure | |
Well one and all wore the outlaws' brand | |
And the big bikes roared through the great northland | |
When you live on the edge of the law | |
You know, justice in ontario | |
Blue smoke still hung in the air | |
No one spoke when the cops got there | |
Well the local constable made the call | |
Send us corporal terry hall | |
They all sang a different tune | |
When corporal hall walked in the room | |
With his picture book and a list of names | |
One by one the witnesses came | |
And they told him what he wanted to know | |
Justice in ontario | |
The provincial cops searched far and wide | |
And the outlaws ran but they could not hide | |
And they brought em in every single one | |
Save the man who actually fired the gun | |
It was down in london, they were tried | |
And the guilty man stood free outside | |
When he took the stand to pay his debt | |
The judge was blind and the jury deaf | |
In kingston town they're locked up still | |
When the sun goes down and the air is chill | |
You could swear you heard jim donnelly's ghost cry | |
'justice in ontario' |
zuo ci : Earle | |
Oh you who hail from ontario | |
Know the tale of the donnelly' s oh | |
Died at the hands of a mob that night | |
Every child and man by the oil torch light | |
Jim donnelly was no angel sure | |
But they burned his barn, broke down the door | |
Well the children cried while they killed old jim | |
Then they killed his wife, then they turned on them | |
No judge, no jury, no hangman, no justice in ontario | |
A hundred years or more have turned | |
And you always hear how much we' ve learned | |
Well a man lay dead in a port hope bar | |
And the blood ran red on a hardwood floor | |
And the big men ran through the nearest door | |
Only one man knew what had happened for sure | |
Well one and all wore the outlaws' brand | |
And the big bikes roared through the great northland | |
When you live on the edge of the law | |
You know, justice in ontario | |
Blue smoke still hung in the air | |
No one spoke when the cops got there | |
Well the local constable made the call | |
Send us corporal terry hall | |
They all sang a different tune | |
When corporal hall walked in the room | |
With his picture book and a list of names | |
One by one the witnesses came | |
And they told him what he wanted to know | |
Justice in ontario | |
The provincial cops searched far and wide | |
And the outlaws ran but they could not hide | |
And they brought em in every single one | |
Save the man who actually fired the gun | |
It was down in london, they were tried | |
And the guilty man stood free outside | |
When he took the stand to pay his debt | |
The judge was blind and the jury deaf | |
In kingston town they' re locked up still | |
When the sun goes down and the air is chill | |
You could swear you heard jim donnelly' s ghost cry | |
' justice in ontario' |
zuò cí : Earle | |
Oh you who hail from ontario | |
Know the tale of the donnelly' s oh | |
Died at the hands of a mob that night | |
Every child and man by the oil torch light | |
Jim donnelly was no angel sure | |
But they burned his barn, broke down the door | |
Well the children cried while they killed old jim | |
Then they killed his wife, then they turned on them | |
No judge, no jury, no hangman, no justice in ontario | |
A hundred years or more have turned | |
And you always hear how much we' ve learned | |
Well a man lay dead in a port hope bar | |
And the blood ran red on a hardwood floor | |
And the big men ran through the nearest door | |
Only one man knew what had happened for sure | |
Well one and all wore the outlaws' brand | |
And the big bikes roared through the great northland | |
When you live on the edge of the law | |
You know, justice in ontario | |
Blue smoke still hung in the air | |
No one spoke when the cops got there | |
Well the local constable made the call | |
Send us corporal terry hall | |
They all sang a different tune | |
When corporal hall walked in the room | |
With his picture book and a list of names | |
One by one the witnesses came | |
And they told him what he wanted to know | |
Justice in ontario | |
The provincial cops searched far and wide | |
And the outlaws ran but they could not hide | |
And they brought em in every single one | |
Save the man who actually fired the gun | |
It was down in london, they were tried | |
And the guilty man stood free outside | |
When he took the stand to pay his debt | |
The judge was blind and the jury deaf | |
In kingston town they' re locked up still | |
When the sun goes down and the air is chill | |
You could swear you heard jim donnelly' s ghost cry | |
' justice in ontario' |