| Song | Return Of The Grievous Angel |
| Artist | Gram Parsons |
| Album | Grievous Angel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gram Parsons | |
| Won't you scratch my itch, sweet Annie Rich | |
| And welcome me back to town? | |
| Come out on your porch or step into your parlor | |
| And I'll tell you how it all went down | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, and I remembered something you once told me | |
| And I'll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all led me straight back home to you | |
| 'Cause I headed West to grow up with the country | |
| Across those prairies with the waves of grain | |
| And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
| From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| We flew straight across that river bridge last night half-past two | |
| Switchman waved his lantern goodbye and good-day | |
| As we went rolling through | |
| Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel | |
| Now I know just what I have to do | |
| And the man on the radio won't leave me alone | |
| He wants to take my money for something | |
| That I've never been shown | |
| And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
| From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| The news I could bring, I met up with the king | |
| On his head, an amphetamine crown | |
| Talked about unbuckling that old Bible belt | |
| Lighted out for some desert town | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, but I remembered something you once told me | |
| And I'll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you |
| zuo qu : Gram Parsons | |
| Won' t you scratch my itch, sweet Annie Rich | |
| And welcome me back to town? | |
| Come out on your porch or step into your parlor | |
| And I' ll tell you how it all went down | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, and I remembered something you once told me | |
| And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all led me straight back home to you | |
| ' Cause I headed West to grow up with the country | |
| Across those prairies with the waves of grain | |
| And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
| From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| We flew straight across that river bridge last night halfpast two | |
| Switchman waved his lantern goodbye and goodday | |
| As we went rolling through | |
| Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel | |
| Now I know just what I have to do | |
| And the man on the radio won' t leave me alone | |
| He wants to take my money for something | |
| That I' ve never been shown | |
| And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
| From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| The news I could bring, I met up with the king | |
| On his head, an amphetamine crown | |
| Talked about unbuckling that old Bible belt | |
| Lighted out for some desert town | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, but I remembered something you once told me | |
| And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you |
| zuò qǔ : Gram Parsons | |
| Won' t you scratch my itch, sweet Annie Rich | |
| And welcome me back to town? | |
| Come out on your porch or step into your parlor | |
| And I' ll tell you how it all went down | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, and I remembered something you once told me | |
| And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all led me straight back home to you | |
| ' Cause I headed West to grow up with the country | |
| Across those prairies with the waves of grain | |
| And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
| From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| We flew straight across that river bridge last night halfpast two | |
| Switchman waved his lantern goodbye and goodday | |
| As we went rolling through | |
| Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel | |
| Now I know just what I have to do | |
| And the man on the radio won' t leave me alone | |
| He wants to take my money for something | |
| That I' ve never been shown | |
| And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet | |
| From Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| The news I could bring, I met up with the king | |
| On his head, an amphetamine crown | |
| Talked about unbuckling that old Bible belt | |
| Lighted out for some desert town | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, but I remembered something you once told me | |
| And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you |