| [00:00.000] |
作曲 : Ian Noe |
| [00:01.364] |
Look like a hundred guns held on me |
| [00:06.991] |
Hunkered by the shed, a Detroit general and company |
| [00:13.942] |
A calling boy come out, we have you jailed |
| [00:20.062] |
Beside the buckshot door, I stood still， |
| [00:25.165] |
wondering how the hell the bastards found me |
| [00:30.158] |
in those hills and clinging to a letter that I wished I'd mailed |
| [00:38.729] |
Oh rest easy, Madeline, I'm bringing down the bank |
| [00:45.961] |
across this flooded county line， |
| [00:50.379] |
and when I get home we'll have a grand old time |
| [00:56.888] |
But don't you shed no tears, or be surprised, |
| [01:01.735] |
if you get the word that your wild man's up and died. |
| [01:08.283] |
Just set me up a stone on that high hill side. |
| [01:24.079] |
Now in the pouring snow, sad but swift |
| [01:28.783] |
I headed down the highway |
| [01:30.700] |
hoping that the burden of my blues would lift， |
| [01:35.183] |
and praying that whiskey would keep me brave. |
| [01:41.544] |
Oh but I got caught in the cold, |
| [01:46.409] |
looking like a hobo without no mercy from the road, |
| [01:53.072] |
and feeling like a dead man without a grave. |
| [01:59.610] |
Oh rest easy, Madeline, I'm bringing down the bank |
| [02:06.546] |
across the flooded county line, |
| [02:11.129] |
And when I get home we'll have a grand old time. |
| [02:17.163] |
But don't you shed no tears, or be surprised, |
| [02:22.419] |
if you get the word that your wild man's up and died. |
| [02:29.014] |
Just set me up a stone on that high hill side. |
| [02:35.428] |
Oh my oh my |
| [02:53.161] |
Well bloodied up and chained, |
| [02:55.535] |
my legs pinned down, |
| [02:58.097] |
I woke to find my fate in the hands of four men |
| [03:02.509] |
gathered around, cursing for the bag they knew I'd hid. |
| [03:10.714] |
And the more they stomped and moaned, the more I preyed, |
| [03:15.497] |
feeling every spark flying off that file and their rusted blade. |
| [03:22.347] |
Said better think it through this is your last chance kid. |
| [03:29.205] |
Oh rest easy, Madeline, I'm bringing down the bank |
| [03:35.893] |
across this flooded county line， |
| [03:39.988] |
and when I get home we'll have a grand old time |
| [03:46.107] |
But don't you shed no tears, or be surprised, |
| [03:51.390] |
if you get the word that your wild man's up and died. |
| [03:57.858] |
Just set me up a stone on that high hill side. |
