| Song | Big Mouth Blues |
| Artist | Gram Parsons |
| Album | GP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Parsons | |
| Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut | |
| And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't | |
| keep my big, big mouth shut | |
| So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving | |
| When any ole day I might be even | |
| And Lord knows that New York City's got | |
| a lot to do with it | |
| I wish someday I could find the way | |
| to get it out of my grain | |
| This dirty old town's gonna sink right down | |
| and I don't want to go with it | |
| Well I wish there was a way that | |
| I knew to get even | |
| A way to get a lick in | |
| A 'bobbin' and a 'weavin' | |
| Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin' | |
| You can do on a train | |
| Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
| the world twice | |
| He would have made it three but he took | |
| a lot of bad advice | |
| So you just tell me what's the sense of me | |
| sittin' here leavin' | |
| When any ole day I might get even | |
| And Lord knows New York City's got | |
| alot to do with it | |
| I wish someday I could find a way to get it out | |
| of my brain | |
| This dirty old town's gonna sink right down | |
| and I don't want to go with it | |
| I wish there was a way that I knew to get even, | |
| way to get a lick in | |
| A 'bobbin' and a'weavin' | |
| Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin' | |
| You can do on a train | |
| Oh, yes! | |
| Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
| the world twice | |
| But his motor cooled down and now he's | |
| deliverin' ice | |
| Tell me what's the sense of him | |
| sittin' here leavin' | |
| When any ole day he might get even | |
| And Lord knows New York City's got | |
| a lot to do with it | |
| I wish someday he could find a way to get it out | |
| of his brain | |
| This dirty old town's gonna sink right down | |
| and I don't want to go with it | |
| I wish there was a way that I knew to get even | |
| Way to get a lick in | |
| A 'bobbin and a'weavin' | |
| And all the things besides goin' and a'leavin' | |
| You can do on a train | |
| Oh, yeah |
| zuo ci : Parsons | |
| Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut | |
| And they called me a man ' cause I couldn' t | |
| keep my big, big mouth shut | |
| So what' s the sense of me sitting here leaving | |
| When any ole day I might be even | |
| And Lord knows that New York City' s got | |
| a lot to do with it | |
| I wish someday I could find the way | |
| to get it out of my grain | |
| This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
| and I don' t want to go with it | |
| Well I wish there was a way that | |
| I knew to get even | |
| A way to get a lick in | |
| A ' bobbin' and a ' weavin' | |
| Any ole thing besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
| You can do on a train | |
| Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
| the world twice | |
| He would have made it three but he took | |
| a lot of bad advice | |
| So you just tell me what' s the sense of me | |
| sittin' here leavin' | |
| When any ole day I might get even | |
| And Lord knows New York City' s got | |
| alot to do with it | |
| I wish someday I could find a way to get it out | |
| of my brain | |
| This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
| and I don' t want to go with it | |
| I wish there was a way that I knew to get even, | |
| way to get a lick in | |
| A ' bobbin' and a' weavin' | |
| Any ole thing besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
| You can do on a train | |
| Oh, yes! | |
| Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
| the world twice | |
| But his motor cooled down and now he' s | |
| deliverin' ice | |
| Tell me what' s the sense of him | |
| sittin' here leavin' | |
| When any ole day he might get even | |
| And Lord knows New York City' s got | |
| a lot to do with it | |
| I wish someday he could find a way to get it out | |
| of his brain | |
| This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
| and I don' t want to go with it | |
| I wish there was a way that I knew to get even | |
| Way to get a lick in | |
| A ' bobbin and a' weavin' | |
| And all the things besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
| You can do on a train | |
| Oh, yeah |
| zuò cí : Parsons | |
| Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut | |
| And they called me a man ' cause I couldn' t | |
| keep my big, big mouth shut | |
| So what' s the sense of me sitting here leaving | |
| When any ole day I might be even | |
| And Lord knows that New York City' s got | |
| a lot to do with it | |
| I wish someday I could find the way | |
| to get it out of my grain | |
| This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
| and I don' t want to go with it | |
| Well I wish there was a way that | |
| I knew to get even | |
| A way to get a lick in | |
| A ' bobbin' and a ' weavin' | |
| Any ole thing besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
| You can do on a train | |
| Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
| the world twice | |
| He would have made it three but he took | |
| a lot of bad advice | |
| So you just tell me what' s the sense of me | |
| sittin' here leavin' | |
| When any ole day I might get even | |
| And Lord knows New York City' s got | |
| alot to do with it | |
| I wish someday I could find a way to get it out | |
| of my brain | |
| This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
| and I don' t want to go with it | |
| I wish there was a way that I knew to get even, | |
| way to get a lick in | |
| A ' bobbin' and a' weavin' | |
| Any ole thing besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
| You can do on a train | |
| Oh, yes! | |
| Well, I once knew a man who sailed around | |
| the world twice | |
| But his motor cooled down and now he' s | |
| deliverin' ice | |
| Tell me what' s the sense of him | |
| sittin' here leavin' | |
| When any ole day he might get even | |
| And Lord knows New York City' s got | |
| a lot to do with it | |
| I wish someday he could find a way to get it out | |
| of his brain | |
| This dirty old town' s gonna sink right down | |
| and I don' t want to go with it | |
| I wish there was a way that I knew to get even | |
| Way to get a lick in | |
| A ' bobbin and a' weavin' | |
| And all the things besides goin' and a' leavin' | |
| You can do on a train | |
| Oh, yeah |