| Song | John Riley |
| Artist | Tim O'Brien |
| Album | The Crossing |
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| 作曲 : Tim O'Brien and Guy Clark | |
| John Riley came form Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger | |
| And he sailed away to America when the country was much younger | |
| The place was strange and work was scarce and all he knew was farming | |
| So he followed his other Irish friends to a job in the US Army | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| They marched down Texas way to the banks of the Rio Grande | |
| They built a fort on the banks above to taunt old Santa Anna | |
| They were treated bad, paid worse, and then the fighting started | |
| The more they fought the less they thought of the damned old US Army | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| When the church bells rang on Sunday morn it set his soul a shiver | |
| He saw the Senoritas washing their hair on the far side of the river | |
| John Riley and two hundred more Irish mercenaries | |
| Cast their lot, right or not, south of the Rio Grande | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| They fought bravely under the flag of the San Patricios | |
| Till the Yankees soldiers beat them down at the battle of Churubusco | |
| Then fifteen men were whipped like mules | |
| And on the cheeks were hot iron branded | |
| Made to dig the graves of fifty more, who a hanging fate had handed | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| John Riley stands and drinks alone at a bar in Vera Cruz | |
| He wonders if it matters much if you win or if you lose | |
| I'm a man who can't go home , a wanderer, says he | |
| A victim of some wanderlust and divided loyalty | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory |
| zuo qu : Tim O' Brien and Guy Clark | |
| John Riley came form Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger | |
| And he sailed away to America when the country was much younger | |
| The place was strange and work was scarce and all he knew was farming | |
| So he followed his other Irish friends to a job in the US Army | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| They marched down Texas way to the banks of the Rio Grande | |
| They built a fort on the banks above to taunt old Santa Anna | |
| They were treated bad, paid worse, and then the fighting started | |
| The more they fought the less they thought of the damned old US Army | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| When the church bells rang on Sunday morn it set his soul a shiver | |
| He saw the Senoritas washing their hair on the far side of the river | |
| John Riley and two hundred more Irish mercenaries | |
| Cast their lot, right or not, south of the Rio Grande | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| They fought bravely under the flag of the San Patricios | |
| Till the Yankees soldiers beat them down at the battle of Churubusco | |
| Then fifteen men were whipped like mules | |
| And on the cheeks were hot iron branded | |
| Made to dig the graves of fifty more, who a hanging fate had handed | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| John Riley stands and drinks alone at a bar in Vera Cruz | |
| He wonders if it matters much if you win or if you lose | |
| I' m a man who can' t go home, a wanderer, says he | |
| A victim of some wanderlust and divided loyalty | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory |
| zuò qǔ : Tim O' Brien and Guy Clark | |
| John Riley came form Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger | |
| And he sailed away to America when the country was much younger | |
| The place was strange and work was scarce and all he knew was farming | |
| So he followed his other Irish friends to a job in the US Army | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| They marched down Texas way to the banks of the Rio Grande | |
| They built a fort on the banks above to taunt old Santa Anna | |
| They were treated bad, paid worse, and then the fighting started | |
| The more they fought the less they thought of the damned old US Army | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| When the church bells rang on Sunday morn it set his soul a shiver | |
| He saw the Senoritas washing their hair on the far side of the river | |
| John Riley and two hundred more Irish mercenaries | |
| Cast their lot, right or not, south of the Rio Grande | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| They fought bravely under the flag of the San Patricios | |
| Till the Yankees soldiers beat them down at the battle of Churubusco | |
| Then fifteen men were whipped like mules | |
| And on the cheeks were hot iron branded | |
| Made to dig the graves of fifty more, who a hanging fate had handed | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory | |
| John Riley stands and drinks alone at a bar in Vera Cruz | |
| He wonders if it matters much if you win or if you lose | |
| I' m a man who can' t go home, a wanderer, says he | |
| A victim of some wanderlust and divided loyalty | |
| Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story | |
| Some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory |