Jonesy Boy Lyrics
| Song | Jonesy Boy |
| Artist | Cass McCombs |
| Album | Catacombs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McCombs | |
| Cats hissing in the dark turned-over garbage cans around the park the dangling, brittle scab on your knee | |
| Oh, you’re pretty cocksure, son | |
| You’re like a | |
| Villonian singing nun | |
| Pray you wash your hair out in a sink | |
| Armed with a mandolin | |
| A snotted rag and a | |
| Delphic hymn | |
| Shaking off the dew before it sticks | |
| Oh, give us a melody before they send us back to the sea | |
| Replace these wooden legs for ones that kick | |
| Oh, Jonesy | |
| Boy I can’t remember before there ever was war | |
| My boyhood home is now a jail | |
| They paved over the ol’ creek to make a road for lumbering teak | |
| And shipped off my family by rail | |
| Oh, I hope you stay a boy at least to bring some old men joy | |
| Even just to watch you tune your strings | |
| They’re blowing the shofar now | |
| Off to stick another sow | |
| The soil is hungry again for offerings | |
| Oh, Jonesy | |
| Boy |
| zuo qu : McCombs | |
| Cats hissing in the dark turnedover garbage cans around the park the dangling, brittle scab on your knee | |
| Oh, you' re pretty cocksure, son | |
| You' re like a | |
| Villonian singing nun | |
| Pray you wash your hair out in a sink | |
| Armed with a mandolin | |
| A snotted rag and a | |
| Delphic hymn | |
| Shaking off the dew before it sticks | |
| Oh, give us a melody before they send us back to the sea | |
| Replace these wooden legs for ones that kick | |
| Oh, Jonesy | |
| Boy I can' t remember before there ever was war | |
| My boyhood home is now a jail | |
| They paved over the ol' creek to make a road for lumbering teak | |
| And shipped off my family by rail | |
| Oh, I hope you stay a boy at least to bring some old men joy | |
| Even just to watch you tune your strings | |
| They' re blowing the shofar now | |
| Off to stick another sow | |
| The soil is hungry again for offerings | |
| Oh, Jonesy | |
| Boy |
| zuò qǔ : McCombs | |
| Cats hissing in the dark turnedover garbage cans around the park the dangling, brittle scab on your knee | |
| Oh, you' re pretty cocksure, son | |
| You' re like a | |
| Villonian singing nun | |
| Pray you wash your hair out in a sink | |
| Armed with a mandolin | |
| A snotted rag and a | |
| Delphic hymn | |
| Shaking off the dew before it sticks | |
| Oh, give us a melody before they send us back to the sea | |
| Replace these wooden legs for ones that kick | |
| Oh, Jonesy | |
| Boy I can' t remember before there ever was war | |
| My boyhood home is now a jail | |
| They paved over the ol' creek to make a road for lumbering teak | |
| And shipped off my family by rail | |
| Oh, I hope you stay a boy at least to bring some old men joy | |
| Even just to watch you tune your strings | |
| They' re blowing the shofar now | |
| Off to stick another sow | |
| The soil is hungry again for offerings | |
| Oh, Jonesy | |
| Boy |
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