Poet, Fool or Bum Lyrics
| Song | Poet, Fool or Bum |
| Artist | Lee Hazlewood |
| Album | Poet, Fool or Bum |
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| 作词 : Hazlewood | |
| She came running down the highway, naked as the sun | |
| Said she are you going my way poet, fool or bum | |
| Red hair had she, saw right through me, but what could she see? | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No.....I'm only me | |
| When her left hand touched the water fire and smoke did come | |
| Laughing like some virgin's daughter, said she run for run. | |
| Freedom sleeps in caves where dreams are just in dreams we're free | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No.....I'm only me | |
| Interlude with humming: | |
| Lee says something here I can't understand | |
| Put her cruel lips to a bottle, label Christmas Day | |
| Said she everyday is Christmas, drink some while you may. | |
| Touched the bottle, broke into the cross of calvary | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No.....I'm only me | |
| Then she gave me toy soldiers, bright and shiny new. | |
| Take them, said she, to the children, they'll know what to do. | |
| Soon their games of madness will become reality | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No.....I'm only me | |
| Said she'd take me to the morning rains my soul's on fire | |
| I said morning rains I've heard will wash away desire | |
| She grew angry wings and left in circled finity | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No.....I'm only me | |
| No.....I'm only me | |
| No.....I'm only me |
| zuo ci : Hazlewood | |
| She came running down the highway, naked as the sun | |
| Said she are you going my way poet, fool or bum | |
| Red hair had she, saw right through me, but what could she see? | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| When her left hand touched the water fire and smoke did come | |
| Laughing like some virgin' s daughter, said she run for run. | |
| Freedom sleeps in caves where dreams are just in dreams we' re free | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| Interlude with humming: | |
| Lee says something here I can' t understand | |
| Put her cruel lips to a bottle, label Christmas Day | |
| Said she everyday is Christmas, drink some while you may. | |
| Touched the bottle, broke into the cross of calvary | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| Then she gave me toy soldiers, bright and shiny new. | |
| Take them, said she, to the children, they' ll know what to do. | |
| Soon their games of madness will become reality | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| Said she' d take me to the morning rains my soul' s on fire | |
| I said morning rains I' ve heard will wash away desire | |
| She grew angry wings and left in circled finity | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| No..... I' m only me |
| zuò cí : Hazlewood | |
| She came running down the highway, naked as the sun | |
| Said she are you going my way poet, fool or bum | |
| Red hair had she, saw right through me, but what could she see? | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| When her left hand touched the water fire and smoke did come | |
| Laughing like some virgin' s daughter, said she run for run. | |
| Freedom sleeps in caves where dreams are just in dreams we' re free | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| Interlude with humming: | |
| Lee says something here I can' t understand | |
| Put her cruel lips to a bottle, label Christmas Day | |
| Said she everyday is Christmas, drink some while you may. | |
| Touched the bottle, broke into the cross of calvary | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| Then she gave me toy soldiers, bright and shiny new. | |
| Take them, said she, to the children, they' ll know what to do. | |
| Soon their games of madness will become reality | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| Said she' d take me to the morning rains my soul' s on fire | |
| I said morning rains I' ve heard will wash away desire | |
| She grew angry wings and left in circled finity | |
| A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| No..... I' m only me | |
| No..... I' m only me |
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