| Song | The Chain Of Love |
| Artist | Clay Walker |
| Album | Live, Laugh, Love |
| 作词 : Barnett, Lee | |
| He was driving home one evening, | |
| In his beat up | |
| Pontiac When an old lady flagged him down, | |
| Her Mercedes had a flat | |
| He could see that she was frightened, | |
| Standing out there in the snow ' | |
| Til he said | |
| I'm here to help you ma'am, | |
| By the way my name is | |
| Joe She said | |
| I'm from St. | |
| Louis, And | |
| I'm only passing through | |
| I must have seen a hundred cars go by, | |
| This is awful nice of you | |
| When he changed the tire, | |
| And closed her trunk | |
| And was about to drive away, | |
| She said how much do | |
| I owe you | |
| Here's what he had to say | |
| You don't owe me a thing, | |
| I've been there too | |
| Someone once helped me out, | |
| Just the way | |
| I'm helping you | |
| If you really want to pay me back, | |
| Here's what you do | |
| Don't let the chain of love end with you | |
| Well a few miles down the road, | |
| The lady saw a small cafe | |
| She went in to grab a bite to eat, | |
| And then be on her way | |
| But she couldn't help but notice, | |
| How the waitress smiled so sweet | |
| And how she must've been eight months along, | |
| And dead on her feet | |
| And though she didn't know her story, | |
| And she probably never will | |
| When the waitress went to get her change, | |
| From a hundred dollar bill | |
| The lady slipped right out the door, | |
| And on a napkin left a note | |
| There were tears in the waitress's eyes, | |
| When she read what she wrote | |
| You don't owe me a thing, | |
| I've been there too | |
| Someone once helped me out, | |
| Just the way | |
| I'm helping you | |
| If you really want to pay me back, | |
| Here's what you do | |
| Don't let the chain of love end with you | |
| That night when she got home from work, | |
| The waitress climbed into bed | |
| She was thinkin' about the money, | |
| And what the lady's note had said | |
| As her husband lay there sleeping, | |
| She whispered soft and low | |
| Everything's gonna be alright, | |
| I love you, | |
| Joe |
| zuò cí : Barnett, Lee | |
| He was driving home one evening, | |
| In his beat up | |
| Pontiac When an old lady flagged him down, | |
| Her Mercedes had a flat | |
| He could see that she was frightened, | |
| Standing out there in the snow ' | |
| Til he said | |
| I' m here to help you ma' am, | |
| By the way my name is | |
| Joe She said | |
| I' m from St. | |
| Louis, And | |
| I' m only passing through | |
| I must have seen a hundred cars go by, | |
| This is awful nice of you | |
| When he changed the tire, | |
| And closed her trunk | |
| And was about to drive away, | |
| She said how much do | |
| I owe you | |
| Here' s what he had to say | |
| You don' t owe me a thing, | |
| I' ve been there too | |
| Someone once helped me out, | |
| Just the way | |
| I' m helping you | |
| If you really want to pay me back, | |
| Here' s what you do | |
| Don' t let the chain of love end with you | |
| Well a few miles down the road, | |
| The lady saw a small cafe | |
| She went in to grab a bite to eat, | |
| And then be on her way | |
| But she couldn' t help but notice, | |
| How the waitress smiled so sweet | |
| And how she must' ve been eight months along, | |
| And dead on her feet | |
| And though she didn' t know her story, | |
| And she probably never will | |
| When the waitress went to get her change, | |
| From a hundred dollar bill | |
| The lady slipped right out the door, | |
| And on a napkin left a note | |
| There were tears in the waitress' s eyes, | |
| When she read what she wrote | |
| You don' t owe me a thing, | |
| I' ve been there too | |
| Someone once helped me out, | |
| Just the way | |
| I' m helping you | |
| If you really want to pay me back, | |
| Here' s what you do | |
| Don' t let the chain of love end with you | |
| That night when she got home from work, | |
| The waitress climbed into bed | |
| She was thinkin' about the money, | |
| And what the lady' s note had said | |
| As her husband lay there sleeping, | |
| She whispered soft and low | |
| Everything' s gonna be alright, | |
| I love you, | |
| Joe |