| Song | Boy from Lawrence County |
| Artist | The Felice Brothers |
| Album | Yonder Is The Clock |
| 作曲 : Felice Brothers | |
| All these pills and powder could not make me stay | |
| I'm on my merry way in the morning light | |
| Cold New England winters have got me coughing | |
| As the Lincoln turns down Memory Street | |
| "Tell me Judge. what's the bounty | |
| On that boy from Lawrence County? | |
| He's a friend of mine | |
| If I had a way to trap him | |
| Would you swear to pay up CAptain? | |
| He's a friend of mine" | |
| The door swang slowly open | |
| The committee room was dark | |
| The bailiff marked the chairs in red | |
| Recalled a boy in orange as he slowly passes | |
| Awkward as a calf with its legs wobbling | |
| "Be so kind, tell me warden | |
| Who's in line to die this morning? | |
| Could I see the show? | |
| If he bore his teeth to scare us | |
| Would we see our likeness sheriff | |
| In the pearly glow?" | |
| Roll on old silver river through the Iron Range | |
| Past the sleeping trains that wait | |
| Gold and amber peddles in your water wade | |
| Like the hand of Jesse James in wait | |
| Rain it beats the window, makes it hard to see | |
| Who's on a drunken spree in the city lights | |
| Silent are the dying, silent are the young | |
| And it's silent where I'm from | |
| "Tell me love of your husband | |
| Will we see his headlights coming? | |
| Will he know it's us? | |
| When his tired eyes have lifted | |
| Will he see your bed has shifted? | |
| Is he bad at love?" | |
| "I got the money that I owe you | |
| Something else to show you | |
| Could you meet me there? | |
| Take the road out past the station | |
| To the river basin | |
| I'll be waiting there" | |
| All these pills and powder | |
| could not make me stay | |
| I'm on my merry way in the morning light | |
| All these dying matadors in dusty rings | |
| have killed my will to sing | |
| And I'm gone | |
| Tell me Judge, what's the bounty | |
| On that boy from Lawrence County? | |
| He's a friend of mine | |
| If I had a way to trap him | |
| Would you swear to pay up Captain? | |
| He's a friend of mine |
| zuò qǔ : Felice Brothers | |
| All these pills and powder could not make me stay | |
| I' m on my merry way in the morning light | |
| Cold New England winters have got me coughing | |
| As the Lincoln turns down Memory Street | |
| " Tell me Judge. what' s the bounty | |
| On that boy from Lawrence County? | |
| He' s a friend of mine | |
| If I had a way to trap him | |
| Would you swear to pay up CAptain? | |
| He' s a friend of mine" | |
| The door swang slowly open | |
| The committee room was dark | |
| The bailiff marked the chairs in red | |
| Recalled a boy in orange as he slowly passes | |
| Awkward as a calf with its legs wobbling | |
| " Be so kind, tell me warden | |
| Who' s in line to die this morning? | |
| Could I see the show? | |
| If he bore his teeth to scare us | |
| Would we see our likeness sheriff | |
| In the pearly glow?" | |
| Roll on old silver river through the Iron Range | |
| Past the sleeping trains that wait | |
| Gold and amber peddles in your water wade | |
| Like the hand of Jesse James in wait | |
| Rain it beats the window, makes it hard to see | |
| Who' s on a drunken spree in the city lights | |
| Silent are the dying, silent are the young | |
| And it' s silent where I' m from | |
| " Tell me love of your husband | |
| Will we see his headlights coming? | |
| Will he know it' s us? | |
| When his tired eyes have lifted | |
| Will he see your bed has shifted? | |
| Is he bad at love?" | |
| " I got the money that I owe you | |
| Something else to show you | |
| Could you meet me there? | |
| Take the road out past the station | |
| To the river basin | |
| I' ll be waiting there" | |
| All these pills and powder | |
| could not make me stay | |
| I' m on my merry way in the morning light | |
| All these dying matadors in dusty rings | |
| have killed my will to sing | |
| And I' m gone | |
| Tell me Judge, what' s the bounty | |
| On that boy from Lawrence County? | |
| He' s a friend of mine | |
| If I had a way to trap him | |
| Would you swear to pay up Captain? | |
| He' s a friend of mine |