| Song | Trouble's Braids |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Swordfishtrombones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Waits | |
| Well I pulled on trouble's braidsand | |
| I hid in the briarsout by the quick mudstayin' away from the main roadspassin' out wolf ticketsdownwind from the blood houndsand | |
| I pulled on trouble's braidsand | |
| I lay by a cypressas quiet as a stone'til the bleeding stopped | |
| I blew the weather vaneoff some old road house | |
| I build a fire in theskeleton back seat of an old | |
| Tuckerand | |
| I pulled on trouble's braids | |
| I spanked cold red mudwhere the hornet stung deepand | |
| I tossed in the ditchin a restless sleepand | |
| I pulled on trouble's braids | |
| I hung my rain-soaked jacketon some old barbed wirepoured cold rusty wateron a miserable fire | |
| I pulled on trouble's braidsthe creek was swollen by daybreak and | |
| I could justbarely seeand | |
| I floated downstreamon an old dead treeand | |
| I pulled on trouble's braids | |
| I pulled on trouble's braids | |
| I pulled on trouble's braids | |
| I pulled on trouble's braids |
| zuo ci : Waits | |
| Well I pulled on trouble' s braidsand | |
| I hid in the briarsout by the quick mudstayin' away from the main roadspassin' out wolf ticketsdownwind from the blood houndsand | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braidsand | |
| I lay by a cypressas quiet as a stone' til the bleeding stopped | |
| I blew the weather vaneoff some old road house | |
| I build a fire in theskeleton back seat of an old | |
| Tuckerand | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids | |
| I spanked cold red mudwhere the hornet stung deepand | |
| I tossed in the ditchin a restless sleepand | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids | |
| I hung my rainsoaked jacketon some old barbed wirepoured cold rusty wateron a miserable fire | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braidsthe creek was swollen by daybreak and | |
| I could justbarely seeand | |
| I floated downstreamon an old dead treeand | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids |
| zuò cí : Waits | |
| Well I pulled on trouble' s braidsand | |
| I hid in the briarsout by the quick mudstayin' away from the main roadspassin' out wolf ticketsdownwind from the blood houndsand | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braidsand | |
| I lay by a cypressas quiet as a stone' til the bleeding stopped | |
| I blew the weather vaneoff some old road house | |
| I build a fire in theskeleton back seat of an old | |
| Tuckerand | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids | |
| I spanked cold red mudwhere the hornet stung deepand | |
| I tossed in the ditchin a restless sleepand | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids | |
| I hung my rainsoaked jacketon some old barbed wirepoured cold rusty wateron a miserable fire | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braidsthe creek was swollen by daybreak and | |
| I could justbarely seeand | |
| I floated downstreamon an old dead treeand | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids | |
| I pulled on trouble' s braids |