| Song | Ballad Of Billy Jo McKay |
| Artist | Shawn Mullins |
| Album | Soul's Core |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mullins | |
| My name's billy jo mckay, | |
| I just turned 16 yesterday | |
| I'm gonna get the nerve one day | |
| To get outta here | |
| My ma passed on 3 years ago, they said | |
| It was cancer and it took her slow | |
| And ever since then i've been | |
| Sayin no to my daddy and my tears | |
| Now when you come down our road | |
| You gotta watch the bump | |
| Right there across from | |
| The garbage dump | |
| You can find me out back | |
| Jumpin on the trampoline | |
| And in the springtime | |
| We'll be skippin scholl | |
| We sneak off | |
| To the cantrell's swimming pool | |
| Man, you can't get much cooler | |
| Than me and my friend darlene | |
| Now my grandaddy1s hands are worn | |
| From 50 years of growin corn | |
| Back behind the house where | |
| I was born before he had to sell | |
| And my cousin eddie, | |
| He got shot in the walmart parkin lot | |
| Yeah this little town's changed a lot, | |
| He said it hurt like hell | |
| My name's billy jo mckay, | |
| It's a hot mississippi summer saturday | |
| Daddy's on the front porch | |
| With uncle dave drinkin dixie beer | |
| 16 years of being bored | |
| My window's open, forget the door | |
| Hope there's some gas in the | |
| Old man's ford cause i'm outta here | |
| I'm outta here, i'm outta here | |
| Maybe i'll go down to biloxi | |
| Or maybe to new orleans | |
| Or maybe hotlanta |
| zuo ci : Mullins | |
| My name' s billy jo mckay, | |
| I just turned 16 yesterday | |
| I' m gonna get the nerve one day | |
| To get outta here | |
| My ma passed on 3 years ago, they said | |
| It was cancer and it took her slow | |
| And ever since then i' ve been | |
| Sayin no to my daddy and my tears | |
| Now when you come down our road | |
| You gotta watch the bump | |
| Right there across from | |
| The garbage dump | |
| You can find me out back | |
| Jumpin on the trampoline | |
| And in the springtime | |
| We' ll be skippin scholl | |
| We sneak off | |
| To the cantrell' s swimming pool | |
| Man, you can' t get much cooler | |
| Than me and my friend darlene | |
| Now my grandaddy1s hands are worn | |
| From 50 years of growin corn | |
| Back behind the house where | |
| I was born before he had to sell | |
| And my cousin eddie, | |
| He got shot in the walmart parkin lot | |
| Yeah this little town' s changed a lot, | |
| He said it hurt like hell | |
| My name' s billy jo mckay, | |
| It' s a hot mississippi summer saturday | |
| Daddy' s on the front porch | |
| With uncle dave drinkin dixie beer | |
| 16 years of being bored | |
| My window' s open, forget the door | |
| Hope there' s some gas in the | |
| Old man' s ford cause i' m outta here | |
| I' m outta here, i' m outta here | |
| Maybe i' ll go down to biloxi | |
| Or maybe to new orleans | |
| Or maybe hotlanta |
| zuò cí : Mullins | |
| My name' s billy jo mckay, | |
| I just turned 16 yesterday | |
| I' m gonna get the nerve one day | |
| To get outta here | |
| My ma passed on 3 years ago, they said | |
| It was cancer and it took her slow | |
| And ever since then i' ve been | |
| Sayin no to my daddy and my tears | |
| Now when you come down our road | |
| You gotta watch the bump | |
| Right there across from | |
| The garbage dump | |
| You can find me out back | |
| Jumpin on the trampoline | |
| And in the springtime | |
| We' ll be skippin scholl | |
| We sneak off | |
| To the cantrell' s swimming pool | |
| Man, you can' t get much cooler | |
| Than me and my friend darlene | |
| Now my grandaddy1s hands are worn | |
| From 50 years of growin corn | |
| Back behind the house where | |
| I was born before he had to sell | |
| And my cousin eddie, | |
| He got shot in the walmart parkin lot | |
| Yeah this little town' s changed a lot, | |
| He said it hurt like hell | |
| My name' s billy jo mckay, | |
| It' s a hot mississippi summer saturday | |
| Daddy' s on the front porch | |
| With uncle dave drinkin dixie beer | |
| 16 years of being bored | |
| My window' s open, forget the door | |
| Hope there' s some gas in the | |
| Old man' s ford cause i' m outta here | |
| I' m outta here, i' m outta here | |
| Maybe i' ll go down to biloxi | |
| Or maybe to new orleans | |
| Or maybe hotlanta |