| Song | Poor Fool |
| Artist | Justin Townes Earle |
| Album | Midnight at the Movies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Earle | |
| I am my father's son | |
| I've never known when to shut up | |
| I ain't fooling no one | |
| I am my father's son | |
| We don't see eye to eye | |
| And I'll be the first to admit | |
| I've never tried | |
| It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime | |
| We don't see eye to eye | |
| I was a young man when | |
| I went down the same road as my old man | |
| I was younger then | |
| Now it's three am and | |
| I'm standing in the kitchen | |
| Holding my last cigarette | |
| Strike a match and | |
| I see my reflection | |
| In the mirror in the hall | |
| And I say to myself, | |
| I've got my mama's eyes | |
| Her long thin frame and her smile | |
| And I still see wrong from right' | |
| Cause I've got my mama's eyes | |
| Yeah, I've got my mama's eyes |
| zuo qu : Earle | |
| I am my father' s son | |
| I' ve never known when to shut up | |
| I ain' t fooling no one | |
| I am my father' s son | |
| We don' t see eye to eye | |
| And I' ll be the first to admit | |
| I' ve never tried | |
| It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime | |
| We don' t see eye to eye | |
| I was a young man when | |
| I went down the same road as my old man | |
| I was younger then | |
| Now it' s three am and | |
| I' m standing in the kitchen | |
| Holding my last cigarette | |
| Strike a match and | |
| I see my reflection | |
| In the mirror in the hall | |
| And I say to myself, | |
| I' ve got my mama' s eyes | |
| Her long thin frame and her smile | |
| And I still see wrong from right' | |
| Cause I' ve got my mama' s eyes | |
| Yeah, I' ve got my mama' s eyes |
| zuò qǔ : Earle | |
| I am my father' s son | |
| I' ve never known when to shut up | |
| I ain' t fooling no one | |
| I am my father' s son | |
| We don' t see eye to eye | |
| And I' ll be the first to admit | |
| I' ve never tried | |
| It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime | |
| We don' t see eye to eye | |
| I was a young man when | |
| I went down the same road as my old man | |
| I was younger then | |
| Now it' s three am and | |
| I' m standing in the kitchen | |
| Holding my last cigarette | |
| Strike a match and | |
| I see my reflection | |
| In the mirror in the hall | |
| And I say to myself, | |
| I' ve got my mama' s eyes | |
| Her long thin frame and her smile | |
| And I still see wrong from right' | |
| Cause I' ve got my mama' s eyes | |
| Yeah, I' ve got my mama' s eyes |