| 歌曲 | Twistin' |
| 歌手 | Slaid Cleaves |
| 专辑 | Everything You Love Will Be Taken Away |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Blakely, Cleaves |
| [00:13.78] | Years ago on an April day |
| [00:18.08] | A crowd gathered from miles around |
| [00:24.23] | Over a thousand I heard one say |
| [00:30.68] | All around me on the square in town |
| [00:36.69] | Ladies dressed up in their best |
| [00:42.94] | Kids ran around and played |
| [00:49.30] | They all come to see me I guessed |
| [00:55.61] | Me and the sheriff and a man in chains |
| [01:02.42] | The Reverend Sam began a prayer |
| [01:08.99] | To the women, the men, the boys and girls |
| [01:17.56] | "We are graveyard sons and daughters |
| [01:24.19] | Passing through an unfriendly world" |
| [01:30.86] | A few last words and down he goes |
| [01:36.64] | Teeth bared in an awful grin |
| [01:43.34] | A cheer rises up from the crowd |
| [01:50.80] | As I hold him, twistin in the wind |
| [01:57.34] | Men held up their babies to see |
| [02:07.20] | Reporters jotted down a tale |
| [02:13.15] | Hawkers brought out lemonade |
| [02:20.60] | And the ladies headed for the hangin' day sale |
| [02:27.38] | From time to time these folks would come |
| [02:33.70] | And all but one would walk away |
| [02:40.04] | I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight |
| [02:45.69] | But I got used to hanging day |
| [02:52.70] | Now they don't gather round no more |
| [02:59.21] | Though I'm tall and stouter still |
| [03:06.04] | Now they do it all behind closed doors |
| [03:12.39] | They say it's a better way to kill |
| [03:18.72] | The Reverend Sam began a prayer |
| [03:24.81] | To the women, the men, the boys and girls |
| [03:30.69] | "We are graveyard sons and daughters |
| [03:37.31] | Passing through an unfriendly world" |
| [03:44.09] | A few last words and down he goes |
| [03:50.65] | Teeth bared in an awful grin |
| [03:56.07] | A cheer rises up from the crowd |
| [04:02.88] | As I hold him, twistin in the wind |
| [04:15.25] | One more poor boy dead and gone |
| [04:23.20] | Twistin in the wind |
| [04:28.27] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Blakely, Cleaves |
| [00:13.78] | Years ago on an April day |
| [00:18.08] | A crowd gathered from miles around |
| [00:24.23] | Over a thousand I heard one say |
| [00:30.68] | All around me on the square in town |
| [00:36.69] | Ladies dressed up in their best |
| [00:42.94] | Kids ran around and played |
| [00:49.30] | They all come to see me I guessed |
| [00:55.61] | Me and the sheriff and a man in chains |
| [01:02.42] | The Reverend Sam began a prayer |
| [01:08.99] | To the women, the men, the boys and girls |
| [01:17.56] | " We are graveyard sons and daughters |
| [01:24.19] | Passing through an unfriendly world" |
| [01:30.86] | A few last words and down he goes |
| [01:36.64] | Teeth bared in an awful grin |
| [01:43.34] | A cheer rises up from the crowd |
| [01:50.80] | As I hold him, twistin in the wind |
| [01:57.34] | Men held up their babies to see |
| [02:07.20] | Reporters jotted down a tale |
| [02:13.15] | Hawkers brought out lemonade |
| [02:20.60] | And the ladies headed for the hangin' day sale |
| [02:27.38] | From time to time these folks would come |
| [02:33.70] | And all but one would walk away |
| [02:40.04] | I' d shudder as the rope snapped tight |
| [02:45.69] | But I got used to hanging day |
| [02:52.70] | Now they don' t gather round no more |
| [02:59.21] | Though I' m tall and stouter still |
| [03:06.04] | Now they do it all behind closed doors |
| [03:12.39] | They say it' s a better way to kill |
| [03:18.72] | The Reverend Sam began a prayer |
| [03:24.81] | To the women, the men, the boys and girls |
| [03:30.69] | " We are graveyard sons and daughters |
| [03:37.31] | Passing through an unfriendly world" |
| [03:44.09] | A few last words and down he goes |
| [03:50.65] | Teeth bared in an awful grin |
| [03:56.07] | A cheer rises up from the crowd |
| [04:02.88] | As I hold him, twistin in the wind |
| [04:15.25] | One more poor boy dead and gone |
| [04:23.20] | Twistin in the wind |
| [04:28.27] |