| Song | Twin Rocks, Oregon |
| Artist | Shawn Mullins |
| Album | Soul's Core |
| 作曲 : Mullins | |
| I met him on the cliffs | |
| Of twin rocks, oregon | |
| He was sittin on his bedroll | |
| Lookin just like richard brautigan | |
| I thought he was an old man, | |
| He wasn't but 37 | |
| He said he'd been ridin trains | |
| For 15 years | |
| Drawin portraits | |
| To keep his belly full of beer | |
| And it looked to me like he'd died | |
| And missed the plane to heaven | |
| But he was a nice old guy | |
| For a younger man | |
| He had a bottle of mad dog | |
| He held in his hand | |
| That he waved around a lot | |
| To make his point | |
| And i listened as he told his tales | |
| Of wine and women and county jails | |
| And we finished off that bottle | |
| And smoked a half a joint | |
| He said "i came here to watch the sun | |
| Disappear into the ocean | |
| It's been years | |
| Since i smelled this salty sea" | |
| He turned his bottle up and down | |
| And i saw him lost | |
| And i saw him found | |
| He sadi "i don't know what i've been | |
| Lookin for, maybe me..." | |
| Well, i told him i too had been | |
| Travelin around | |
| Livin out of my van from town to town | |
| Playin for tips and whatever records | |
| I could move | |
| I said "i don't reckon i'll be | |
| Makin it big, | |
| You know it's hard to get rich | |
| Off a tout of coffee house gigs" | |
| And he said "yeah, but ain't it a blessin | |
| To do what you wanna do..." | |
| And i told him "yeah, i pulled off here | |
| To watch the sun disappear | |
| Into the ocean | |
| 'cause it's been years | |
| Since i smelled this salty sea" | |
| And he turned his bottle up and down | |
| He saw me lost and he saw me found | |
| And i said "i don't know what i've | |
| Been lookin for, maybe me" | |
| I said "it's kind of late | |
| Better be heading down the interstate | |
| Can i give you a lift | |
| To san francisco bay?" | |
| He said "nope, i think i'm just | |
| Going to sit here and rest | |
| And maybe wait on the | |
| Tokyo-montana express | |
| I might just lay here | |
| And dream my life away | |
| I'm going to sit right here, | |
| I'm going to watch the sun | |
| Disappear into the ocean | |
| 'cause it's been years, it's been years | |
| I'm gonna turn my bottle up and down | |
| You can see my lost | |
| And you can see my found" | |
| I met him on the cliffs | |
| Of twin rocks, oregon | |
| He was sitting on his bedroll looking | |
| Just like richard brautigan | |
| Just like him |
| zuò qǔ : Mullins | |
| I met him on the cliffs | |
| Of twin rocks, oregon | |
| He was sittin on his bedroll | |
| Lookin just like richard brautigan | |
| I thought he was an old man, | |
| He wasn' t but 37 | |
| He said he' d been ridin trains | |
| For 15 years | |
| Drawin portraits | |
| To keep his belly full of beer | |
| And it looked to me like he' d died | |
| And missed the plane to heaven | |
| But he was a nice old guy | |
| For a younger man | |
| He had a bottle of mad dog | |
| He held in his hand | |
| That he waved around a lot | |
| To make his point | |
| And i listened as he told his tales | |
| Of wine and women and county jails | |
| And we finished off that bottle | |
| And smoked a half a joint | |
| He said " i came here to watch the sun | |
| Disappear into the ocean | |
| It' s been years | |
| Since i smelled this salty sea" | |
| He turned his bottle up and down | |
| And i saw him lost | |
| And i saw him found | |
| He sadi " i don' t know what i' ve been | |
| Lookin for, maybe me..." | |
| Well, i told him i too had been | |
| Travelin around | |
| Livin out of my van from town to town | |
| Playin for tips and whatever records | |
| I could move | |
| I said " i don' t reckon i' ll be | |
| Makin it big, | |
| You know it' s hard to get rich | |
| Off a tout of coffee house gigs" | |
| And he said " yeah, but ain' t it a blessin | |
| To do what you wanna do..." | |
| And i told him " yeah, i pulled off here | |
| To watch the sun disappear | |
| Into the ocean | |
| ' cause it' s been years | |
| Since i smelled this salty sea" | |
| And he turned his bottle up and down | |
| He saw me lost and he saw me found | |
| And i said " i don' t know what i' ve | |
| Been lookin for, maybe me" | |
| I said " it' s kind of late | |
| Better be heading down the interstate | |
| Can i give you a lift | |
| To san francisco bay?" | |
| He said " nope, i think i' m just | |
| Going to sit here and rest | |
| And maybe wait on the | |
| Tokyomontana express | |
| I might just lay here | |
| And dream my life away | |
| I' m going to sit right here, | |
| I' m going to watch the sun | |
| Disappear into the ocean | |
| ' cause it' s been years, it' s been years | |
| I' m gonna turn my bottle up and down | |
| You can see my lost | |
| And you can see my found" | |
| I met him on the cliffs | |
| Of twin rocks, oregon | |
| He was sitting on his bedroll looking | |
| Just like richard brautigan | |
| Just like him |