| Song | Bastard Son Of A Thousand Blues |
| Artist | Poison |
| Album | Native Tongue |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dall, Kotzen, Michaels ... | |
| Well it's four o'clock in the morning | |
| And i'm knocking on your door | |
| She says she's tired of me | |
| Don't want me here no more | |
| She said stop your pissin' and moanin' and groanin' | |
| Go sleep outside with them dogs | |
| Now honey let me please explain | |
| Cause i didn't mean you no wrong | |
| I didn't mean to hurt you baby | |
| Wouldn't do that to you | |
| She said bite your lip, now, sweet child | |
| You're the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
| Well my daddy was gone by the day i was born | |
| And my mama i have never seen | |
| I was born in the back of a black cadillac | |
| And raised by a gypsy queen | |
| And as a child i was hell gone wild | |
| Raised in the eye of a storm | |
| By the time i was ten i was doing time again | |
| Cause i knew what that gun was for | |
| Chorus: | |
| No, no, no, i'm the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
| No, no, no, don't know what i'm going to do | |
| No, no, no, i'm the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
| No, no, no, tell me, mama, what i'm going to do | |
| Ladies have come and ladies have gone | |
| But there's one i remember quite well | |
| Years have gone past, but her memory lasts | |
| But the story i cannot tell | |
| Well i've lived and i've lied | |
| And i've loved and i've tried | |
| To put my soul to good use | |
| Guess i'm shit out of luck | |
| Cause that name, it just stuck | |
| I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues, dig | |
| Chorus, out |
| zuo ci : Dall, Kotzen, Michaels ... | |
| Well it' s four o' clock in the morning | |
| And i' m knocking on your door | |
| She says she' s tired of me | |
| Don' t want me here no more | |
| She said stop your pissin' and moanin' and groanin' | |
| Go sleep outside with them dogs | |
| Now honey let me please explain | |
| Cause i didn' t mean you no wrong | |
| I didn' t mean to hurt you baby | |
| Wouldn' t do that to you | |
| She said bite your lip, now, sweet child | |
| You' re the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
| Well my daddy was gone by the day i was born | |
| And my mama i have never seen | |
| I was born in the back of a black cadillac | |
| And raised by a gypsy queen | |
| And as a child i was hell gone wild | |
| Raised in the eye of a storm | |
| By the time i was ten i was doing time again | |
| Cause i knew what that gun was for | |
| Chorus: | |
| No, no, no, i' m the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
| No, no, no, don' t know what i' m going to do | |
| No, no, no, i' m the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
| No, no, no, tell me, mama, what i' m going to do | |
| Ladies have come and ladies have gone | |
| But there' s one i remember quite well | |
| Years have gone past, but her memory lasts | |
| But the story i cannot tell | |
| Well i' ve lived and i' ve lied | |
| And i' ve loved and i' ve tried | |
| To put my soul to good use | |
| Guess i' m shit out of luck | |
| Cause that name, it just stuck | |
| I' m the bastard son of a thousand blues, dig | |
| Chorus, out |
| zuò cí : Dall, Kotzen, Michaels ... | |
| Well it' s four o' clock in the morning | |
| And i' m knocking on your door | |
| She says she' s tired of me | |
| Don' t want me here no more | |
| She said stop your pissin' and moanin' and groanin' | |
| Go sleep outside with them dogs | |
| Now honey let me please explain | |
| Cause i didn' t mean you no wrong | |
| I didn' t mean to hurt you baby | |
| Wouldn' t do that to you | |
| She said bite your lip, now, sweet child | |
| You' re the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
| Well my daddy was gone by the day i was born | |
| And my mama i have never seen | |
| I was born in the back of a black cadillac | |
| And raised by a gypsy queen | |
| And as a child i was hell gone wild | |
| Raised in the eye of a storm | |
| By the time i was ten i was doing time again | |
| Cause i knew what that gun was for | |
| Chorus: | |
| No, no, no, i' m the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
| No, no, no, don' t know what i' m going to do | |
| No, no, no, i' m the bastard son of a thousand blues | |
| No, no, no, tell me, mama, what i' m going to do | |
| Ladies have come and ladies have gone | |
| But there' s one i remember quite well | |
| Years have gone past, but her memory lasts | |
| But the story i cannot tell | |
| Well i' ve lived and i' ve lied | |
| And i' ve loved and i' ve tried | |
| To put my soul to good use | |
| Guess i' m shit out of luck | |
| Cause that name, it just stuck | |
| I' m the bastard son of a thousand blues, dig | |
| Chorus, out |