| Song | Maureen, Maureen |
| Artist | John Prine |
| Album | Aimless Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : John Prine | |
| 作词 : Prine | |
| Maureen, maureen, | |
| I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
| Well, they said he wouldn't hurt us | |
| But he got me real nervous and mean | |
| He was fat and he stank | |
| And god knows that he drank more than we do | |
| So i shot him in the first class | |
| Then i bailed out and ran home to you | |
| Chorus: | |
| But you don't believe me | |
| I could tell by your smile | |
| Honey, why don't you leave me | |
| Get lost for awhile, maureen. | |
| Maureen, maureen, | |
| There's a hole in between where we come from | |
| And the things that i'm thinking | |
| Ain't necessary the things that i say | |
| I may have lied to myself | |
| But i tried to tell god how i love you | |
| But even he don't answer | |
| His phone anymore when i pray | |
| Maureen, maureen, | |
| I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
| Well, they said he wouldn't hurt us | |
| But he got me real nervous and mean | |
| Real nervous and mean |
| zuo qu : John Prine | |
| zuo ci : Prine | |
| Maureen, maureen, | |
| I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
| Well, they said he wouldn' t hurt us | |
| But he got me real nervous and mean | |
| He was fat and he stank | |
| And god knows that he drank more than we do | |
| So i shot him in the first class | |
| Then i bailed out and ran home to you | |
| Chorus: | |
| But you don' t believe me | |
| I could tell by your smile | |
| Honey, why don' t you leave me | |
| Get lost for awhile, maureen. | |
| Maureen, maureen, | |
| There' s a hole in between where we come from | |
| And the things that i' m thinking | |
| Ain' t necessary the things that i say | |
| I may have lied to myself | |
| But i tried to tell god how i love you | |
| But even he don' t answer | |
| His phone anymore when i pray | |
| Maureen, maureen, | |
| I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
| Well, they said he wouldn' t hurt us | |
| But he got me real nervous and mean | |
| Real nervous and mean |
| zuò qǔ : John Prine | |
| zuò cí : Prine | |
| Maureen, maureen, | |
| I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
| Well, they said he wouldn' t hurt us | |
| But he got me real nervous and mean | |
| He was fat and he stank | |
| And god knows that he drank more than we do | |
| So i shot him in the first class | |
| Then i bailed out and ran home to you | |
| Chorus: | |
| But you don' t believe me | |
| I could tell by your smile | |
| Honey, why don' t you leave me | |
| Get lost for awhile, maureen. | |
| Maureen, maureen, | |
| There' s a hole in between where we come from | |
| And the things that i' m thinking | |
| Ain' t necessary the things that i say | |
| I may have lied to myself | |
| But i tried to tell god how i love you | |
| But even he don' t answer | |
| His phone anymore when i pray | |
| Maureen, maureen, | |
| I shot a doctor last night on the airplane | |
| Well, they said he wouldn' t hurt us | |
| But he got me real nervous and mean | |
| Real nervous and mean |