| Song | Caleb Meyer |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Dark Chords on a Big Guitar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rawlings, Welch | |
| Caleb Meyer, he lived alone | |
| In them hollarin' pines | |
| Then he made a little whiskey for himself | |
| Said it helped pass the time | |
| Long one evening in back of my house, | |
| Caleb come around | |
| And he called my name 'til I went out | |
| With no one else around | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don't you call my name | |
| Where's your husband, Nellie Kane | |
| Where's your darlin gone? | |
| Did he go down off the mountain side | |
| And leave you all alone? | |
| Yes, my husband's gone to Bowlin' Green | |
| To do some business there. | |
| Then Caleb threw that bottle down | |
| And grabbed me by my hair. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don't you call my name | |
| He threw me in the needle bed, | |
| Across my dress he lay | |
| Then he pinned my hands above my head | |
| And I commenced to pray. | |
| I cried My God, I am your child | |
| Send your angels down | |
| Then feelin' with my fingertips, | |
| The bottle neck I found | |
| I drew that glass across his neck | |
| As fine as any blade, | |
| And I felt his blood pour fast and hot | |
| Around me where I laid. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don't you call my name | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don't you call my name |
| zuo ci : Rawlings, Welch | |
| Caleb Meyer, he lived alone | |
| In them hollarin' pines | |
| Then he made a little whiskey for himself | |
| Said it helped pass the time | |
| Long one evening in back of my house, | |
| Caleb come around | |
| And he called my name ' til I went out | |
| With no one else around | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| Where' s your husband, Nellie Kane | |
| Where' s your darlin gone? | |
| Did he go down off the mountain side | |
| And leave you all alone? | |
| Yes, my husband' s gone to Bowlin' Green | |
| To do some business there. | |
| Then Caleb threw that bottle down | |
| And grabbed me by my hair. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| He threw me in the needle bed, | |
| Across my dress he lay | |
| Then he pinned my hands above my head | |
| And I commenced to pray. | |
| I cried My God, I am your child | |
| Send your angels down | |
| Then feelin' with my fingertips, | |
| The bottle neck I found | |
| I drew that glass across his neck | |
| As fine as any blade, | |
| And I felt his blood pour fast and hot | |
| Around me where I laid. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name |
| zuò cí : Rawlings, Welch | |
| Caleb Meyer, he lived alone | |
| In them hollarin' pines | |
| Then he made a little whiskey for himself | |
| Said it helped pass the time | |
| Long one evening in back of my house, | |
| Caleb come around | |
| And he called my name ' til I went out | |
| With no one else around | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| Where' s your husband, Nellie Kane | |
| Where' s your darlin gone? | |
| Did he go down off the mountain side | |
| And leave you all alone? | |
| Yes, my husband' s gone to Bowlin' Green | |
| To do some business there. | |
| Then Caleb threw that bottle down | |
| And grabbed me by my hair. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| He threw me in the needle bed, | |
| Across my dress he lay | |
| Then he pinned my hands above my head | |
| And I commenced to pray. | |
| I cried My God, I am your child | |
| Send your angels down | |
| Then feelin' with my fingertips, | |
| The bottle neck I found | |
| I drew that glass across his neck | |
| As fine as any blade, | |
| And I felt his blood pour fast and hot | |
| Around me where I laid. | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name | |
| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna | |
| Wear them rattlin' chains. | |
| But when I go to sleep at night, | |
| Don' t you call my name |