| Song | It Suits Me Well |
| Artist | Sandy Denny |
| Album | Sandy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Denny | |
| My name is jan the gypsy | |
| I travel the land. | |
| There are no chains about me | |
| I am me own man. | |
| I can tell a fair old story which i'm sure ain't no surprise | |
| Of the places i have been, oh, | |
| And they ain't no lies. | |
| I've never had a proper home, | |
| Not one like yours is. | |
| I've nearly always had a caravan | |
| With horses. | |
| And i know you won't believe me | |
| Though it is the truth to tell | |
| That the living it is hard, oh, | |
| But it suits me well. | |
| I am i traveller of the seas, | |
| I am a sailor. | |
| The ocean has been good to me, | |
| She ain't no jailor. | |
| I can tell a fair old story which i'm sure ain't no surprise | |
| Of the places i have sailed, oh, | |
| And they ain't no lies. | |
| I've never had a garden, | |
| Or a place with windows. | |
| I stand upon the salty deck, | |
| And feel the wind blow. | |
| And i know you won't believe me | |
| Though it is the truth to tell | |
| That the living it is hard, oh, | |
| But it suits me well. | |
| My mother was a fire-eater, | |
| 'fore she desert us. | |
| So when i was only seven years old | |
| I joined the circus. | |
| And i can tell a fair old story which i'm sure ain't no surprise | |
| Of the places we have played, oh, | |
| And it ain't no lies. | |
| I've never had no money, | |
| And no hope to get none. | |
| I can always get a penny, | |
| When there is good reason. | |
| And i know you won't believe me | |
| Though it is the truth to tell | |
| That the living it is hard, oh, | |
| But it suits me well. |
| zuo ci : Denny | |
| My name is jan the gypsy | |
| I travel the land. | |
| There are no chains about me | |
| I am me own man. | |
| I can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
| Of the places i have been, oh, | |
| And they ain' t no lies. | |
| I' ve never had a proper home, | |
| Not one like yours is. | |
| I' ve nearly always had a caravan | |
| With horses. | |
| And i know you won' t believe me | |
| Though it is the truth to tell | |
| That the living it is hard, oh, | |
| But it suits me well. | |
| I am i traveller of the seas, | |
| I am a sailor. | |
| The ocean has been good to me, | |
| She ain' t no jailor. | |
| I can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
| Of the places i have sailed, oh, | |
| And they ain' t no lies. | |
| I' ve never had a garden, | |
| Or a place with windows. | |
| I stand upon the salty deck, | |
| And feel the wind blow. | |
| And i know you won' t believe me | |
| Though it is the truth to tell | |
| That the living it is hard, oh, | |
| But it suits me well. | |
| My mother was a fireeater, | |
| ' fore she desert us. | |
| So when i was only seven years old | |
| I joined the circus. | |
| And i can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
| Of the places we have played, oh, | |
| And it ain' t no lies. | |
| I' ve never had no money, | |
| And no hope to get none. | |
| I can always get a penny, | |
| When there is good reason. | |
| And i know you won' t believe me | |
| Though it is the truth to tell | |
| That the living it is hard, oh, | |
| But it suits me well. |
| zuò cí : Denny | |
| My name is jan the gypsy | |
| I travel the land. | |
| There are no chains about me | |
| I am me own man. | |
| I can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
| Of the places i have been, oh, | |
| And they ain' t no lies. | |
| I' ve never had a proper home, | |
| Not one like yours is. | |
| I' ve nearly always had a caravan | |
| With horses. | |
| And i know you won' t believe me | |
| Though it is the truth to tell | |
| That the living it is hard, oh, | |
| But it suits me well. | |
| I am i traveller of the seas, | |
| I am a sailor. | |
| The ocean has been good to me, | |
| She ain' t no jailor. | |
| I can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
| Of the places i have sailed, oh, | |
| And they ain' t no lies. | |
| I' ve never had a garden, | |
| Or a place with windows. | |
| I stand upon the salty deck, | |
| And feel the wind blow. | |
| And i know you won' t believe me | |
| Though it is the truth to tell | |
| That the living it is hard, oh, | |
| But it suits me well. | |
| My mother was a fireeater, | |
| ' fore she desert us. | |
| So when i was only seven years old | |
| I joined the circus. | |
| And i can tell a fair old story which i' m sure ain' t no surprise | |
| Of the places we have played, oh, | |
| And it ain' t no lies. | |
| I' ve never had no money, | |
| And no hope to get none. | |
| I can always get a penny, | |
| When there is good reason. | |
| And i know you won' t believe me | |
| Though it is the truth to tell | |
| That the living it is hard, oh, | |
| But it suits me well. |