Cowboy Singer

	作词 : Carter
	Seventeen years she has been in this world
	Wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little mormon girl
	She don't know I'm wicked, and she don't know I'm old
	Sweet Jesus forgive me but she gets in my soul
	'Cause she believes in the future and the family tree
	And she thinks there's a little spark of good left in me
	And she comes to my door 'cause she thinks I can bring her
	The glamorous life of a cowboy singer
	I rise from my bed to her hand at the bell
	I look like the devil and I'm feelin' like hell
	But she don't seem to notice and she steps right inside
	For to sing me the song that she made up last night
	And her voice is shining with the moon and the stars
	And she plays so unspoiled on that two-bit guitar
	Singin' love and tomorrow and thank the redeemer
	And I doom and anoint her a cowboy singer
	Alone in my room when she leaves me again
	I stare at the wall and see death closin' in
	But I like to imagine I will meet her someday
	In a land at the end of this lonesome highway
	In a fine high country where the best songs are sung
	And the labels don't care if you're old or you're young
	And the martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener
	And all of the angels are cowboy singers
	Yes, and all of the angels are cowboy singers

	zuò cí : Carter
	Seventeen years she has been in this world
	Wideeyed and wistful, pretty little mormon girl
	She don' t know I' m wicked, and she don' t know I' m old
	Sweet Jesus forgive me but she gets in my soul
	' Cause she believes in the future and the family tree
	And she thinks there' s a little spark of good left in me
	And she comes to my door ' cause she thinks I can bring her
	The glamorous life of a cowboy singer
	I rise from my bed to her hand at the bell
	I look like the devil and I' m feelin' like hell
	But she don' t seem to notice and she steps right inside
	For to sing me the song that she made up last night
	And her voice is shining with the moon and the stars
	And she plays so unspoiled on that twobit guitar
	Singin' love and tomorrow and thank the redeemer
	And I doom and anoint her a cowboy singer
	Alone in my room when she leaves me again
	I stare at the wall and see death closin' in
	But I like to imagine I will meet her someday
	In a land at the end of this lonesome highway
	In a fine high country where the best songs are sung
	And the labels don' t care if you' re old or you' re young
	And the martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener
	And all of the angels are cowboy singers
	Yes, and all of the angels are cowboy singers