Song | Jack Straw [Live At Winterland Arena, San Francisco, CA, December 29, 1977] |
Artist | Grateful Dead |
Album | Dick's Picks Volume 10: Winterland Arena 12/29/1977 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Robert Hunter/Bob Weir | |
作曲 : Robert Hunter/Bob Weir | |
We can share the women, we can share the wine. | |
We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine. | |
Keep on rollin', just a mile to go; | |
Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow. | |
I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence. | |
Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that heaven sent? | |
Hurts my ears to listen, shannon, burns my eyes to see; | |
Cut down a man in cold blood, shannon, might as well been me. | |
We used to play for silver, now we play for life; | |
And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife. | |
And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall. | |
There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all. | |
Not with all. | |
Leavin' texas, fourth day of july, | |
Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky. | |
Catch the detroit lightnin' out of sante fe, | |
The great northern out of cheyenne, from sea to shining sea. | |
Gotta go to tulsa, first train we can ride. | |
Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride. | |
There ain't a place a man can hide, shannon will keep him from the sun | |
Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run. | |
Jack straw from wichita cut his buddy down, | |
And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down. | |
Half a mile from tucson, by the morning light, | |
One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you're moving much too slow. | |
We can share the women, we can share the wine. |
zuo ci : Robert Hunter Bob Weir | |
zuo qu : Robert Hunter Bob Weir | |
We can share the women, we can share the wine. | |
We can share what we got of yours ' cause we done shared all of mine. | |
Keep on rollin', just a mile to go | |
Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you' re movin' much too slow. | |
I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence. | |
Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain' t that heaven sent? | |
Hurts my ears to listen, shannon, burns my eyes to see | |
Cut down a man in cold blood, shannon, might as well been me. | |
We used to play for silver, now we play for life | |
And one' s for sport and one' s for blood at the point of a knife. | |
And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall. | |
There ain' t a winner in the game, he don' t go home with all. | |
Not with all. | |
Leavin' texas, fourth day of july, | |
Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky. | |
Catch the detroit lightnin' out of sante fe, | |
The great northern out of cheyenne, from sea to shining sea. | |
Gotta go to tulsa, first train we can ride. | |
Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride. | |
There ain' t a place a man can hide, shannon will keep him from the sun | |
Ain' t a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run. | |
Jack straw from wichita cut his buddy down, | |
And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down. | |
Half a mile from tucson, by the morning light, | |
One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you' re moving much too slow. | |
We can share the women, we can share the wine. |
zuò cí : Robert Hunter Bob Weir | |
zuò qǔ : Robert Hunter Bob Weir | |
We can share the women, we can share the wine. | |
We can share what we got of yours ' cause we done shared all of mine. | |
Keep on rollin', just a mile to go | |
Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you' re movin' much too slow. | |
I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence. | |
Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain' t that heaven sent? | |
Hurts my ears to listen, shannon, burns my eyes to see | |
Cut down a man in cold blood, shannon, might as well been me. | |
We used to play for silver, now we play for life | |
And one' s for sport and one' s for blood at the point of a knife. | |
And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall. | |
There ain' t a winner in the game, he don' t go home with all. | |
Not with all. | |
Leavin' texas, fourth day of july, | |
Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky. | |
Catch the detroit lightnin' out of sante fe, | |
The great northern out of cheyenne, from sea to shining sea. | |
Gotta go to tulsa, first train we can ride. | |
Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride. | |
There ain' t a place a man can hide, shannon will keep him from the sun | |
Ain' t a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run. | |
Jack straw from wichita cut his buddy down, | |
And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down. | |
Half a mile from tucson, by the morning light, | |
One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you' re moving much too slow. | |
We can share the women, we can share the wine. |