| Song | I Gotta Grow Up |
| Artist | Billy Bob Thornton |
| Album | Beautiful Door |
| 作曲 : Davis, Thornton | |
| I was following a girl, a Canadian girl | |
| On a great American trip | |
| She was thumping the bass in an improv group | |
| On their way to being hip | |
| After a few nights on the bus | |
| While we stopped to get some fuel | |
| Her head got small and her rage got big | |
| And she challenged me to a duel | |
| In a truck stop there on the aisle | |
| Where they sell those dayglo hats | |
| I took up with a girl who had | |
| Eyes like an alley cat | |
| She took me home, it was her husband's home | |
| Before that awful factory fire | |
| But the dead man came around that night | |
| And proved the alley cat a liar | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Even if it hurts, I got to grow up | |
| I moved out to the coast, the western coast | |
| And met an eastern girl | |
| She was a big shot in the picture biz | |
| She wore black clothes and pearls | |
| She loved what happened behind closed doors | |
| Then she locked me out in the cold | |
| And said guys like me are something called a genre | |
| That's getting really old | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Even if it hurts, I got to grow up | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Even if it hurts, I got to grow up |
| zuò qǔ : Davis, Thornton | |
| I was following a girl, a Canadian girl | |
| On a great American trip | |
| She was thumping the bass in an improv group | |
| On their way to being hip | |
| After a few nights on the bus | |
| While we stopped to get some fuel | |
| Her head got small and her rage got big | |
| And she challenged me to a duel | |
| In a truck stop there on the aisle | |
| Where they sell those dayglo hats | |
| I took up with a girl who had | |
| Eyes like an alley cat | |
| She took me home, it was her husband' s home | |
| Before that awful factory fire | |
| But the dead man came around that night | |
| And proved the alley cat a liar | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Even if it hurts, I got to grow up | |
| I moved out to the coast, the western coast | |
| And met an eastern girl | |
| She was a big shot in the picture biz | |
| She wore black clothes and pearls | |
| She loved what happened behind closed doors | |
| Then she locked me out in the cold | |
| And said guys like me are something called a genre | |
| That' s getting really old | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Even if it hurts, I got to grow up | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts | |
| I got to grow up, I got to go to work | |
| Even if it hurts, I got to grow up |