| Song | Knockin' on Joe |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | The Firstborn Is Dead |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cave | |
| These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true | |
| And these locks cannot be broken, | |
| No, not with one thousand keys | |
| O jailer, you drag a ball-n-chain you cannot see | |
| You can lay your burden on me | |
| You can lay your burden down on me | |
| You can lay your burden down upon me | |
| But you cannot lay down your memory | |
| Woooo wooo wooo | |
| Woooo wooo wooo | |
| Here i go! | |
| Knockin on joe! | |
| This square foot of sky will be mine til i die | |
| Knocking on joe | |
| Woooo wooo wooo | |
| All down the row | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| O warden i surrender to you | |
| Your fists can't hurt me anymore | |
| You know, these hands will never mop | |
| Your dirty death row floors | |
| O preacher, come closer, you don't scare me anymore | |
| Just tell nancy not to come here | |
| Just tell her not to come here anymore | |
| Tell nancy not to come | |
| And let me die in the memory of those arms | |
| O woo woo woo | |
| Woo woo woo | |
| All down the row | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| O you kings of halls and ends of halls | |
| You will die within these walls | |
| And i'll go, down the row | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| O nancy's body is a coffin, | |
| She wears my tombstone at her head | |
| O nancy's body is a coffin, | |
| She wears my tombstone at her head | |
| She wears her body like a coffin | |
| She wears a dress of gold and red | |
| She wears a dress of gold and red | |
| She wears a dress of red and gold | |
| Grave-looters at my coffin | |
| Before my body's even cold | |
| It's a door for when i go | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| These hands will never mop | |
| Your dirty death row floors | |
| No! you can hide! you can run! | |
| O but your trial is yet to come | |
| O you can run! you can hide! | |
| But you have yet to be tried! | |
| You can lay your burdens down here | |
| You can lay your burden down | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| You can lay your burden upon me | |
| You can lay your burden upon me | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| You can lay it down here | |
| You can bring your burden down | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| You can't hurt me anymore | |
| You can't hurt me anymore | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| (ad lib) |
| zuo ci : Cave | |
| These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true | |
| And these locks cannot be broken, | |
| No, not with one thousand keys | |
| O jailer, you drag a ballnchain you cannot see | |
| You can lay your burden on me | |
| You can lay your burden down on me | |
| You can lay your burden down upon me | |
| But you cannot lay down your memory | |
| Woooo wooo wooo | |
| Woooo wooo wooo | |
| Here i go! | |
| Knockin on joe! | |
| This square foot of sky will be mine til i die | |
| Knocking on joe | |
| Woooo wooo wooo | |
| All down the row | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| O warden i surrender to you | |
| Your fists can' t hurt me anymore | |
| You know, these hands will never mop | |
| Your dirty death row floors | |
| O preacher, come closer, you don' t scare me anymore | |
| Just tell nancy not to come here | |
| Just tell her not to come here anymore | |
| Tell nancy not to come | |
| And let me die in the memory of those arms | |
| O woo woo woo | |
| Woo woo woo | |
| All down the row | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| O you kings of halls and ends of halls | |
| You will die within these walls | |
| And i' ll go, down the row | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| O nancy' s body is a coffin, | |
| She wears my tombstone at her head | |
| O nancy' s body is a coffin, | |
| She wears my tombstone at her head | |
| She wears her body like a coffin | |
| She wears a dress of gold and red | |
| She wears a dress of gold and red | |
| She wears a dress of red and gold | |
| Gravelooters at my coffin | |
| Before my body' s even cold | |
| It' s a door for when i go | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| These hands will never mop | |
| Your dirty death row floors | |
| No! you can hide! you can run! | |
| O but your trial is yet to come | |
| O you can run! you can hide! | |
| But you have yet to be tried! | |
| You can lay your burdens down here | |
| You can lay your burden down | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| You can lay your burden upon me | |
| You can lay your burden upon me | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| You can lay it down here | |
| You can bring your burden down | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| You can' t hurt me anymore | |
| You can' t hurt me anymore | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| ad lib |
| zuò cí : Cave | |
| These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true | |
| And these locks cannot be broken, | |
| No, not with one thousand keys | |
| O jailer, you drag a ballnchain you cannot see | |
| You can lay your burden on me | |
| You can lay your burden down on me | |
| You can lay your burden down upon me | |
| But you cannot lay down your memory | |
| Woooo wooo wooo | |
| Woooo wooo wooo | |
| Here i go! | |
| Knockin on joe! | |
| This square foot of sky will be mine til i die | |
| Knocking on joe | |
| Woooo wooo wooo | |
| All down the row | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| O warden i surrender to you | |
| Your fists can' t hurt me anymore | |
| You know, these hands will never mop | |
| Your dirty death row floors | |
| O preacher, come closer, you don' t scare me anymore | |
| Just tell nancy not to come here | |
| Just tell her not to come here anymore | |
| Tell nancy not to come | |
| And let me die in the memory of those arms | |
| O woo woo woo | |
| Woo woo woo | |
| All down the row | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| O you kings of halls and ends of halls | |
| You will die within these walls | |
| And i' ll go, down the row | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| O nancy' s body is a coffin, | |
| She wears my tombstone at her head | |
| O nancy' s body is a coffin, | |
| She wears my tombstone at her head | |
| She wears her body like a coffin | |
| She wears a dress of gold and red | |
| She wears a dress of gold and red | |
| She wears a dress of red and gold | |
| Gravelooters at my coffin | |
| Before my body' s even cold | |
| It' s a door for when i go | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| These hands will never mop | |
| Your dirty death row floors | |
| No! you can hide! you can run! | |
| O but your trial is yet to come | |
| O you can run! you can hide! | |
| But you have yet to be tried! | |
| You can lay your burdens down here | |
| You can lay your burden down | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| You can lay your burden upon me | |
| You can lay your burden upon me | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| You can lay it down here | |
| You can bring your burden down | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| You can' t hurt me anymore | |
| You can' t hurt me anymore | |
| Knockin on joe | |
| ad lib |