| Song | Murder In The Red Barn |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Bone Machine |
| 作词 : Brennan, Waits | |
| (Tom Waits/K. Brennan) | |
| There was a murder in the red barn | |
| Murder in the red barn | |
| The trees are bending over | |
| The cows are lying down | |
| The atumn's taking over | |
| You can hear the buckshot hounds | |
| The watchman said to Reba the loon | |
| Was it pale at Manzanita | |
| Or Blind Bob the raccoon? | |
| Pin it on a drifter | |
| They sleep beneath the bridge | |
| One plays the violin | |
| And sleeps inside a fridge | |
| There was a murder in the red barn | |
| A murder in the red barn | |
| Someone's crying in the woods | |
| Someone's burying all his clothes | |
| Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer | |
| Slept outside last night and froze | |
| Road kill has its seasons | |
| Just like anything | |
| It's possums in the autumn | |
| And it's farm cats in the spring | |
| There was a murder in the red barn | |
| A murder in the red barn | |
| Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house | |
| Or covet thy neighbor's wife | |
| But for some | |
| Murder is the only door through which they enter life | |
| Now they surrounded the house | |
| They smoke him out | |
| They took him off in chains | |
| The sky turned black and bruised | |
| And we had months of heavy rains | |
| Now the raven's nest in the rotted roof | |
| Of Chenoweth's old place | |
| And no one's asking Cal | |
| About that scar upon his face | |
| 'Cause there's nothin' strange | |
| About an axe with bloodstains in the barn | |
| There's always some killin' | |
| You got to do around the farm | |
| A murder in the red barn | |
| Murder in the red barn | |
| Now the woods will never tell | |
| What sleeps beneath the trees | |
| Or what's buried 'neath a rock | |
| Or hiding in the leaves | |
| 'Cause road kill has it's seasons | |
| Just like anything | |
| It's possums in the atumn | |
| And it's farm cats in the spring | |
| A murder in the red barn | |
| A murder in the red barn | |
| Now a lady can't do ntohin' | |
| Without folks' tongues waggin' | |
| Is this blood on the tree | |
| Or is it autumn's red blaze | |
| When the ground's soft for diggin' | |
| ANd the rain will bring all this gloom | |
| There's nothing wrong with a lady | |
| Drinking alone in her room | |
| But there was a murder in the red barn | |
| A murder in the red barn |
| zuò cí : Brennan, Waits | |
| Tom Waits K. Brennan | |
| There was a murder in the red barn | |
| Murder in the red barn | |
| The trees are bending over | |
| The cows are lying down | |
| The atumn' s taking over | |
| You can hear the buckshot hounds | |
| The watchman said to Reba the loon | |
| Was it pale at Manzanita | |
| Or Blind Bob the raccoon? | |
| Pin it on a drifter | |
| They sleep beneath the bridge | |
| One plays the violin | |
| And sleeps inside a fridge | |
| There was a murder in the red barn | |
| A murder in the red barn | |
| Someone' s crying in the woods | |
| Someone' s burying all his clothes | |
| Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer | |
| Slept outside last night and froze | |
| Road kill has its seasons | |
| Just like anything | |
| It' s possums in the autumn | |
| And it' s farm cats in the spring | |
| There was a murder in the red barn | |
| A murder in the red barn | |
| Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbor' s house | |
| Or covet thy neighbor' s wife | |
| But for some | |
| Murder is the only door through which they enter life | |
| Now they surrounded the house | |
| They smoke him out | |
| They took him off in chains | |
| The sky turned black and bruised | |
| And we had months of heavy rains | |
| Now the raven' s nest in the rotted roof | |
| Of Chenoweth' s old place | |
| And no one' s asking Cal | |
| About that scar upon his face | |
| ' Cause there' s nothin' strange | |
| About an axe with bloodstains in the barn | |
| There' s always some killin' | |
| You got to do around the farm | |
| A murder in the red barn | |
| Murder in the red barn | |
| Now the woods will never tell | |
| What sleeps beneath the trees | |
| Or what' s buried ' neath a rock | |
| Or hiding in the leaves | |
| ' Cause road kill has it' s seasons | |
| Just like anything | |
| It' s possums in the atumn | |
| And it' s farm cats in the spring | |
| A murder in the red barn | |
| A murder in the red barn | |
| Now a lady can' t do ntohin' | |
| Without folks' tongues waggin' | |
| Is this blood on the tree | |
| Or is it autumn' s red blaze | |
| When the ground' s soft for diggin' | |
| ANd the rain will bring all this gloom | |
| There' s nothing wrong with a lady | |
| Drinking alone in her room | |
| But there was a murder in the red barn | |
| A murder in the red barn |